Visiting from out of the country and the cash machines decided not to work for me for some reason, went to SEVEN different pubs before this one, none of which accepted swipe credit/debit cards, or cards of any sort as far as I could tell. Walked into The Shakespeare and it was the first place where I was greeted immediately, got to try a few different drinks before settling on a pint, had a nice conversation with the bartender Laura, who was probably the first person who made me feel welcome since arriving in the country.
Liam M.
Classificação do local: 3 Liverpool, United Kingdom
The Shakespeare pub is very traditional but instead of feeling as though you are in an authentic boozer you just feel as though the place is a bit dated. The décor looks shabby both inside and out and you can never really relax in what could be a very nice public house. The crowd here is mainly locals who all seem to know one another and as such anyone new will begin to feel like a bit of an outsider. The prices are a little bit high here as it is in quite a central location and you don’t really get an awful lot of value for your money. The staff can be quite rude and they take an age to get round to serving you your drinks and even then the beer is not up to much.
Dom M.
Classificação do local: 3 Liverpool, United Kingdom
The Shakespeare is a rather odd pub on the edge of Williamson square. Its a very compact pub inside and as such there is quite limiting seating. This is never really much of an issue though as there only ever seems to be a small band of loyal regulars drinking and watching horse racing. The regulars do not seem that friendly towards new comers and neither does the bar staff as my friends and I found on an impromptu pub crawl one weekend. The stares we received when we entered set the mood for an awkward drink which we hurried through as to escape the sour atmosphere! A conveniently located pub if you can stomach the atmosphere.
Dave L.
Classificação do local: 3 Liverpool, United Kingdom
On Valentine’s Day 1994, a structural engineer clambered out of the cellar of the old Shakespeare and bellowed the immortal words«Everybody out!» Subsidence had doomed the place to be torn down by wrecking balls and fourteen years later the ribbon was cut and the new Shakespeare was opened. A tall, dark-timbered, glass-fronted building with any reason for being named after England’s favourite bard growing fainter since its rejuvenation, the pub is not tremendously exciting. However it’s somewhere suitable if you just fancy a pint and a peer at the shoppers milling about on Williamson Square. The downside is that they can see you just as clearly and may just duff you up. You live and you learn.