retiredmartin

January 2025. Liverpool.

Ten minutes after leaving the Red Cat I was standing next to Sir Ken.

Nothing brings happiness (geddit ?) like being in a great pub city with a £24.99 Travelodge booked and a Chinese takeaway recommendation from ChatGPT.

A tough choice; revisit the great museums and art galleries behind St Georges Hall,

or get the two new central Guide pubs ticked. Well, the Walker and the World Museum will always be there, but GBG entries wax and wane.

And the stroll through the heart of Liverpool’s nightlife quarter below Central Station is one of the UK’s great urban walks,

to the extraordinary St Peters Tavern.

If only there was a photographer with the ability to capture the magnificence of this conversion (has BRAPA been yet ?),

I’ll just have to drag Mrs RM there. She doesn’t have a problem with that glare in her photos.

The only problem St Peters has had is with being too popular, a slew of low scores for slow service. Not today though, trade ticking over on Thursday afternoon.

Lovely service, in fact, and a warm snack cabinet giving up the pork pie of your dreams.

I may have to start a new blog for warm pork pies; this was a marvel of crumbly chewiness.

The Fierce/Vocation collaboration edged up from a 3 to a chewy 3.5,

and the soundtrack, for the second time in an hour, was a marvel.

Two new classics already. Honestly, what is going on in Liverpool ?