First visited : 14 November 2015
I certainly wasn't looking forward to visiting this down-at-heel Robinson's pub situated just outside the Park Cakes factory which is presumably the reason for its survival ( although many of the employees are Muslims ). The peeling paintwork and rotting window frames promised absolutely nothing and my visit was as brief as possible.
I only saw the lounge area. I've been in dirtier places but there was nothing charming about it. A few tawdry Christmas decorations had gone up or possibly were left over from last year and somebody's hand drawings of various celebrities had been framed and put on the walls.
The barman was a grizzled middle aged guy wearing an anorak and bobble hat as if ready to vacate the premises at a moment's notice. Some guy wearing white overalls passed through but none of the seven or eight guys drinking at the bar looked like they worked at the factory, or anywhere else for that matter. Some younger people were playing pool to the side of me, all of them swearing away like troopers , particularly the females. The best thing I can say about the place is that I got out unharmed.
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