Well, well. As they say in Liverpool (and possibly Cambridge).
Ten days after conspicuous failure to finish Merseyside from my Bootle base, I was back in Allerton having another go. Again I did a little circuit from the mysterious Wavertree Technology Park (they made Jurgen Klopp’s smile there), and this time it worked perfectly.
But where or what is Allerton ?
Well, it’s the posh suburb of South Liverpool where McCartney and Sadio Mane live. You’ll have heard of one of them. Costello went to College over the road in Woolton, of course.
Just like on Hollyoaks there’s lots of pavement bars, buggies, sunglasses and upmarket grazing for the partygoing Poolies.
I think I’d only grazed the edge of Allerton before, with Mossley Hill seemingly identical. You’d certainly know you’d been to adjacent Garston though.
Allerton Road is a bit busier than comfortable for outside drinking, even if it was touching 16 degrees, which is a heatwave in Lancashire.
Three Piggies sounds like a micropub but a glance at the door suggests you’re in a stripped down Brewhouse & Kitchen without the homebrew. “Alehouse + Canteen” always the giveaway on the sign.
booms the lady standing at the bar, half a mile away. She’s talking to me.
The earliest acknowledgement in a GBG entry, ever (FACT). I was almost scared off; I think the couple behind me, who got the same greeting, were traumatised.
But you can’t be too welcoming, and it compares well with the bottling the City team coach got last year, doesn’t it ?
“Will you be eating with us ?” was the inevitable next question.
You may be wondering why I didn’t have the Plum Porter. I cannot answer.
The local Red Star was stronger, more unreliable, and (of course) NOT Plum Porter. But it was a solid tasty NBSS 3 and that’s more than you get in some of the newer ‘Pool pubs.
It was also a classy dining operation, a bit like the Bistro des Amis in Skipton, and I really should have stayed for the fish finger butty/bap/cob.
But the pig theme had put me in need of a sausage roll, and I invested £1.10 in one of those from the award-winning bakers across the road contained so little pig it almost turned me vegan.
Note also the impressively named “Garage” on the right. Loads of great faded art round here, as a lovely old Carribean gent was keen to tell me as I admired the grocers sign (top).
Next step, Penny Lane. Underneath the blue suburban skies.