The 10 Best Pubs in Garston, Merseyside

Fresh reviews:

The Dealers has a grim exterior, like it once stood in some city where everybody was killed by a cloud of toxic gas and, after thirty years left unmanned, it was dragged to Garston by tractors. The yoofs crowded round the door don’t help either.Step inside though and you’ll find the place to be relatively…

Dave L.

Dealers Arms

Named after British Radical and Liberal statesmen, Richard Cobden, the Cobden pub in Woolton is a tremendously likeable kind of watering hole. Just don’t ask me why it’s named after him. Maybe he had his first kiss there.It might have been the torrential rain battering the outside world that kept me here or the…

Dave L.

The Cobden

From the outside, the New Wellington can seem a bit demure and unassuming, little more than a corner building slopped over with something from the whiter end of the Dulux colour range.Inside, it alternates between a lively or a deserted little watering hole, depending on the time of day. The low ceiling and…

Dave L.

The New Wellington

Grade II listed building turned pub… hmmm I didn’t know what to expect. You see these buildings are like marmite. I must admit I don’t like marmite, infact I hate it. Whilst I don’t hate this palce as much I wasn’t that impressed with it. Actually I fell nothing towards it. The only thing that will get me to…

Rana M.

Allerton Hall

Compared to the run-down old monoliths that make up the Garston publands, the Phoenix can appear too modern, a tacky lean-to of red house brick. But then again, it’s not a pub per se, it’s a snooker, sports and social club. I guess I’ll just hush ma mouth.As you can no doubt tell from my meandering drivel…

Dave L.

Phoenix Sports and Social Club

I hate having to include the category of British cuisine for this venue but as The Kingsman pub does serve food I feel obliged to do so even if it’s the type of fayre that gives British food a bad name!OK, OK maybe a bit harsh but what would once be called a Toby Carvery is hardly tantalising scran when many…

Anthony S.

The Kingsman

Sat in the Hillfoot, I realised I had two options. I could either leisurely drink my pint in thirty-five minutes before catching my bus OR I could frantically down my pint in five minutes and catch an earlier bus. I chose the latter. This gives some indication how much of the pub’s atmosphere I wanted osmosing…