This pub does the most amazing steak dinners for around £7, or at least it used to when Quiggins…read morewas still on School Lane. Sadly, School Lane isn't what it used to be, what with all the charm demolished by Liverpool One and all the tramps forced to pee and beg elsewhere. I was told that various buildings in School Lane were listed, and The Old Post Office was one of them, meaning it couldn't be demolished along with Quiggins. Which was great for little old steak-lover me. It was never a particularly busy pub, what with being at the back of everything, but now with the new shops around it I hope business is booming. Now, back to the steak. Served on a sizzling red hot metal platter, you need to leave it a while before you add any sauces, otherwise it will just dry up or disintegrate. I found this the hard way when I put a generous portion of mustard next to the steak, looked up to resume the conversation I was having, and when I next looked back, the mustard had reduced to a dry brown scab on my plate. However, the meat itself is cooked to perfection and as I've already mentioned, the price is right! Apart from the steak, everything else is standard pub issue, with the faded old pictures of days gone by and typical wooden fittings and fixtures. Hopefully somewhere that will be serving steak for many more years to come.

Decent pub with very reasonably priced beer…read more Only complaint is that they didn't have any ale on tap.

This pub is opposite where Liverpool Central Station used to be - hence the name. It has…read moreeverything you can expect from a traditional Victorian pub, including falling into the trap of trying to compete with the "modern pubs" by ensuring that the worst singers in Liverpool open up their lungs on the karaoke machine. The exterior does boast the huge Walkers Warrington Ales front, along with many of the pubs in Liverpool - the interior also has a lot of wood panelling, glasswork and etched mirrors. It seems the pub listened to its customers as one of the biggest complaints was the lack of real ale, but they are now featuring Thwaites Original and Wainwright. The atmosphere pretty good in here as it is buzzing with a local mature crowd who often fill up the space before dusk.

Maybe it was the glittering, palatial wall of mirrors throwing the unwelcome reflection of myself…read moreback in my face like some kind of punishment, but I found this pub rather odd. Dark and cluttered with ruddy-faced drinkers and furniture straining beneath their weight, coming here gives you a bizarre sense of time having ground to a halt and paradoxically remaining that way forever. The Central is much nicer than the Midland next door although the difference is only marginal. They both evoke a 'Pub of the Damned' atmosphere that will stay with you until the day you die, or the time you move on to somewhere else.

I tried this out during the Wetherspoons, "Biggest Beer Festival in the World"…read more I know that they aren't responsible for the decor, but I was very impressed with it. The upstairs terracing was particularly impressive while the sun was shining! There was a choice of eight different guest ales on and they are running this, as current practice in a number of pubs, with the 3-for-1 offer. This is 3 third-of-a-pint glasses of different beers for the price of a pint - not really a bargain, but it does enable one to taste more beers without passing out. My wife and I had our normal two pints each, but tasted 12 different beers. This, of course, entailed going to the Friar Penketh to taste the extras! The service was good and the other customers enjoyable company.

Oh dear is this the best Warrington can offer ? Its not a great example of a W , its small and to…read morebe honest a bit tatty though for those in search of a cheap pint of real ale then it will tick the box , in fact I think it might be the only place to get real ale . Just really surprised how quiet it is usually W's have a few folk in !!!!

Great pub with excellent range of real ales. Pity about the loud pop music from the TVs which seem…read moreto be on all the time. Avoid "football nights" if you enjoy a quiet pint!

This used to be the place for a quiet drink in Hoylake. The place that knew how to look after its…read morebeer and sold enough to keep them in fabulous condition. Since the change in Landlord there has been a noticeable drop in quality of the beer - its not unusual to find a duff pint. Its become louder,with TV screens and loud music. That said its still a proper pub. The food is adequate and filling and its still the pub on Market St.

There is only one reason The Albert hasn't got 1 star and that's because I got drunk and had a…read morelaugh. That's generally the minimum a pub has to do so it gets 2. I don't tend to go to The Albert that much, even when there have been very few decent pub options on the Lane, it hasn't really been on the radar. There isn't much of an atmosphere here, I think that has generally got something to do with its layout of high ceiling rooms, everything feels cut off as if there is something better going on around the corner - but there never is. Creating scenarios of constantly letting your punters down will count against you in my opinion. However it does have a large beer garden, which in a leafy area like Lark Lane should be a must for more venues. The food is really not the best, standard pub food isn't really an excuse in this day and age, just stick with a pack of nuts till you venture elsewhere, God knows there are enough eateries nearby.

A more traditional building taking up a good chunk of the heterogeneous lunacy of Lark Lane, the…read moreAlbert is a decent enough place to go for a few pints, either at the front curvature of the bar, the high-backed leather booths in the back rooms or the beer garden outside. This is the kind of place that feels like it was the haunt of some esoteric group of geniuses in the mist-shrouded past, although reality soon gets the better of you and you realise it's always had the same rambling sort of regulars. Despite looking like he'd one day throw me off the roof of a car park, it only took the barman two visitations from me before he had my order memorised. Good show old bean.

An old fashioned pub for old fashioned men, this is the type of place you will find older gentlemen…read morewith well established careers in law from the nearby courts and offices or maybe hacks from the Echo newspaper. A very good selection of whiskeys and ales reflects this as does the straightforward division of the place between bar that seemed to be strictly for the gents and any women know their place round their corner in the lounge. I couldn't be totally sure if they did food apart from spying an A4 print out advertising world cup hot dogs. There was a delicious aroma coming from somewhere though, I was just slightly sickened when I assumed it was coming from the rather sad and shrivelled solitary roast chicken that was sat in some sort of heated cupboard.

Think traditional English pub, think Lion Tavern!!! These are the type of pubs that are…read morequintessentially British that majority of us are proud of. Mainly because there is nothing like them anywhere else in the world. Paris is famous for its cafes, we are famous for pubs. When that tourist steps into the Lion Tavern for example they are no doubt probably thinking wow!!! There is a sense of warmth about the place. Now this in itself is an acquired taste environment. The smell of alcohol which might be great for some people is rather off putting for others. In places like these it seems to be stuck to everything. We might as well make these humble abodes whilst stocks last, for I believe they are a dying breed these pubs. Why I may hear you say, inevitability is the reason I reply. The future lies with the youth, and as Anthony points out the majority of the crowd here is old school. When old school is over in the next 20-30 years the place will have to shut down. Cider and cocktails is the future in the health conscious modern society. The sheer fattening capacity of beer and a more educated and globalized modern consumer is slowly but surely shying away from it all. Never the less it is here today and much merriment can be had with a group of friends in a warm welcoming environment at the Lion Tavern. Better make the most of it while it lasts.

Now this is what I call a pub. A wonderful little tavern of polished wood and brass, the White Star…read moreis the kind of pub you expect to find an Edwardian ship's First Mate getting drunk on whiskey and ranting about his captain. Named after the shipping company that pushed the Titanic out to sea and left it to fend for itself against the big, nasty iceberg, the White Star pub was also a favourite of the omnipresent Beatles, who were apparently shunned from the nearby Grapes for being too scruffy. The back room was where they would receive post-gig wages from then-manager Allan Williams, who would later find infamy as the man who gave them away. There's a booth with brass plaques and photographs, but thankfully that's about it. It's refreshing not having it crammed down your throat like every other bloody place in the surrounding area. Owing to the herds of post-war prostitutes that swarmed the city, the White Star pub didn't get ladies toilets until 1987. Don't worry though women (I know they hang on my every word), the place has facilities for you now. You just have to climb stairs to get to them. Blame the hookers for that one.

Nice inventory pub with lots of old ships around the walls, celebrating Liverpool's naval history…read more Lovely place although one of the beers I had (called Passion Fruit) was terrible. Had a TCP taste, which a beer expert told me indicates an infection at the brewery. That, the fact my other pint was ok and the great look to the place means I'll let it off with 3 stars

Apparently John Lennon drank here. Then again, most pubs in Liverpool that were around when he was…read moregrowing up claim this. I wanted to like Ye Cracke (called "The Crack") simply on name alone since I have the sense of humor of a 14 year old boy, but I've been there twice and won't ever be going back. It's got decent, old pub feel to it and a standard set of drinks behind the bar. Nothing special, but it's definitely a comfy place to go on a rainy night, with the warmth kept inside from the classic leaded windows. Like I said, I wanted to like it, but both times I've been there the regulars have been old, creepy, and standoffish and the staff (save for one male bartender) were completely arrogant. Hooray for you, you work at a minimum wage job in a place that someone famous may or may not have drank in. Do I sound bitter? Well, I should. And here's why: One night, while there with my BF, I accidentally left my phone behind. I didn't realize it until after BF had dropped me off, so I used another phone to call it. A girl who said she was a bartender answered and told me I could pick it up the next day as they had already closed. Ok, no problem. Then, about ten minutes later, text messages started coming in to my boyfriend and ex (who I lived with at the time) from my phone. To my boyfriend across town, the texts begged him for help, telling him my ex was hurting me. My ex then received messages about how I was doing all sorts of nasty with my boyfriend. While one guy was preparing to come fists swinging, the other's ego was slightly hurt by the cruel messages. Okay, I get it. Someone left a phone, you're drunk, mess with people. But to intentionally cause what could be a serious altercation among people you don't know? How pathetic do you have to be? Especially after you told the person you had their phone and she could pick it up. Are you stupid, too? Let's just say that the girl who took my phone was very lucky she wasn't there when I went to go pick it up.

Obviously not to everyone's taste judging by other reviews but I have to say The Crack is one of…read morethe best pubs at the top end of town and can be part of a great crawl around that end of the city. Cosy enough in the winter and a beer garden providing a handy city centre sun trap for summer, The Crack is small and usually busy meaning that you can often find yourself striking conversations with its interesting selection of clientel. For beer connoisseurs it also has a small but regulalry changing selection of ales and ciders to choose from. It also has a decent jukebox - surely a winning element?