Old Nags Head

Now this is a fukin proper pub with christmas lights n shit.
You can find pints of cask ales, crews of lovely lasses talking shit, and loud lads smokin outside.
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I’ve been going to the Nags Head for years, think I was 16 when I had my first beer there as was one of the pubs we go to before going Utd. I’ve had some top days and nights in this place, but I can’t say I’m a big fan of the Nags Head.
It seems in the last two to three years to be the «in» place for reds to go pre-​game, certainly got more popular and they have fair play to them catered to that, playing Utd songs, Courteeners, Stone Roses etc but it all seems a bit contrived for my liking.
So as a bar to go to pre-​game it’s ok if the above is what you’re looking for, I personally prefer the Abercrombie on the left, the Rising Sun on the right or Mulligans a bit further down the road pre-​game.
With regards to just watching football it’s a really poor place. I came in here on Tuesday as I didn’t go to the game as had a meal arranged in Reds, they had the game on but had music on, one reason for that could be the foreign commentary but I’d rather listen to foreign commentary than a Now 45 soundtrack.

Chanced upon this place at the weekend and very impressed.
Fun bar staff, lively atmosphere (odd for me to say that given it was karaōke in the other half of the bar but you couldn’t knock it) and surroundings very congenial to a good drink. Reminiscent of your granny’s lounge in terms of décor but comfy and the sort of place you could imagine plonking yourself for the whole day.

Karaōke nights, and the people that indulge in them tend to be either comically poor or intimidatingly good. This would fall under the first category, if not for one crucial difference: the compere, Tony, is utterly brilliant. With his catch-​phrases like «was (s)he dead dead good or what?» and «top bananoh! in Manchestoh!», you’ll be laughing yourself off your chair in no time. Whether you’re drinking or not.
If you play pool, the tables upstairs are top quality, and the drinks are reasonably priced. But believe me, just go for the karaōke! This is Manchester culture at its unassuming essence.

My good golly gosh, is this what people are calling their wives today? Heavens! Or is it in fact a play on the famous watering hole in Only Fools and Horses?
Nobody knows, and I might want to stop the jabbering considering there are a lot of pubs called the Nag’s Head, or the Old Nag’s Head. It’s a horse anyway. Dating back to 1880 this fabulously popular pub is now surrounded by a very different world to the one back then with the nearby Deansgate offices and the land of commerce, sales executives, advertising revenue and accountants. This means a very mixed clientele for the pub, resulting in a happy eclectic mixture.
It’s a traditional pub that couldn’t be more central, something rare in Manchester town. Hearty pub grub at nicely cheap prices is served daily, and it won the award for Best Pub in Manchester back in 2007. It advertises itself as a great little venue for wedding and civil ceremony receptions due to its proximity to Manchester’s registry office, and as for the hotel being chargeable by the hour — hilarious! Quite worrying but also adds a bit of character, I suppose. Definitely a nice alternative to the trendier bars of Deansgate and the Locks.

Winner of the ‘Best Pub in Manchester’ award in 2007, the Old Nags Head is a traditional pub, serving traditional pub food, with four pool tables on the first floor. It also has a few en suite rooms for booking if you’ve had one too many at the Friday/​Saturday night karaōke sessions.
it’s extremely popular with locals, both young and old alike and for a pub in such close proximity to Deansgate, the drinks are fairly cheap.
It’s noisy, lively and always, always a laugh. Go with no expectations of glamour, and you won’t be disappointed!

Tucked onto Jackson’s Row and Lloyd Street you might not find the Old Nag’s Head unless like me you spent a lot of your life just opposite.
Firstly — the amount of filming that goes on here is rigoddamndiculous. Every film and TV show thats ever been made appears to have taken place, in part, at the Old Nag’s Head. Boy must they have connections. Often the whole street is taken up with equipment and people.
The pub is an all round good pub too though. Really cheap lunches — they boast as little as £2.99 these days. Last time I went I spent a fiver and felt I got my money’s worth on a hearty meal. There’s a random bunch of regulars here but very welcoming to newbies they are at the Nag’s Head. Brilliant traditional pub that I’m glad still stands proudly in the middle of Manchester.

The Old Nags head is a little narrow in parts but I think this is all part of its charm. The drinks here are really cheap compared to most places in Manchester and the staff are friendly and always know your name (that bits a lie but hey they are really welcoming).
I was really enjoying my half Guinness until I noticed a sign for the hotel upstairs detailing how much the hotel was per hour! I chose to ignore this until I saw a ‘couple’ dressed in office attire head upstairs together with no bags at around 4pmon a Thursday afternoon– but hey each to their own ‘ey. All round though a good traditional pub with a relaxed atmosphere. Little difficult to find –keep an eye out for Jackson’s Row near Deansgate.

Just off the big beaten track that is Deansgate, up a small side street called Jacksons Row you will find the curiously titled Old Nags Head.
A traditional pub, full of local flavour and language this is great place to waste an afternoon with the papers.
The drink is cheap, the food not bad and the décor is how it should be
Saturday night has a karaōke and week nights see the odd quiz.
There is also a roof garden and some pool tables.
All standard stuff until you come to the ace its pack– the front and back entrance.
Due to being a fairly large pub, the premises straddles two streets and as such has two front entrances rather than the usual one.
For the most fun you will have at eleven pm on a weeknight, watch in amazement as the elder statesmen of Manchester stagger out into the wrong street at closing time then stop dead in sheer disbelief as they wonder how the entire street has been redeveloped in the two short hours since they first entered the pub! Mischief nirvana achieved? Check.