Thatched House

The Thatched House provided the setting for a fatal shooting of an innocent man in 2002. I was warned when I first moved to Liverpool, to never enter this pub, and until very recently I never have. I live literally a stone’s throw away from the Thatched House and that has never persuaded me to go for a drink in here, in fact it has completely put me off.
If you walk past the Thatched House, you’re bound to find a couple of drunken old fella’s stood on the doorstep with string vest, a pint in one hand and a fag in the other. Hardly a singing endorsement.
Basically, I’d avoid at all costs.

On a road of pretty rough-​looking drinking pits, the Thatched House still manages to stretch head and shoulders above the rest to be crowned the place you should be least likely to visit. Despite the fact the music, all sixties classics, was irritatingly good and the quiz machine already had a free pound in it, these did little to heave the place out of my very specific mental category of ‘Can I leave now?’
Also, in 2002, an innocent 27-​year old man was gunned down in this pub, caught in the crossfire of a revenge shooting aimed at somebody else. You can weigh up ‘free quiz machine’ against ‘accidental homicides’ till the cows come home but I know which one presses most firmly on me when ascertaining a pub’s value.