Coach & Horses
| 350 Eccles New Road, Salford |
5 oranları
10.00/10.00 |
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+44 161 736 1203 |
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Paul Jefferies (15.11.2016 00:00)
Love it! Great, well preserved, traditional pub with real fires and good beer. Licensees are very friendly and welcoming.
Love it! Great, well preserved, traditional pub with real fires and good beer. Licensees are very friendly and welcoming.
Lisa Thomas (08.10.2016 01:14)
What a brill chilled out day. Beer blows ur mind and tastes like a nice bar of chocolate off willy wonka. No music but a pool table and fantastic company and the landlady and landlord were a blast. Really homely and ready for a laugh. I genuinely recommend if you want to meet a group of like minded people who just want a chat and a gossip about everyday life - albeit a welsh lass in Manchester then this is the place to go. Tears from laughing and beers to blow your socks off. I love it!
What a brill chilled out day. Beer blows ur mind and tastes like a nice bar of chocolate off willy wonka. No music but a pool table and fantastic company and the landlady and landlord were a blast. Really homely and ready for a laugh. I genuinely recommend if you want to meet a group of like minded people who just want a chat and a gossip about everyday life - albeit a welsh lass in Manchester then this is the place to go. Tears from laughing and beers to blow your socks off. I love it!
Allen Song (15.06.2016 10:04)
MY FAVORITE PUB IN UK.
Met some great people and some dedicated United fans. Cheap prices and great service. I WILL BE BACK!
MY FAVORITE PUB IN UK.
Met some great people and some dedicated United fans. Cheap prices and great service. I WILL BE BACK!
Andrew Harrison (05.05.2015 21:29)
Fantastic pub, clean, extremely friendly staff and customers, great landlord, Derren, and a really good pint!
Fantastic pub, clean, extremely friendly staff and customers, great landlord, Derren, and a really good pint!
Skells Macallan (31.03.2015 23:26)
Been in there once, in spring 2013. Enough to inspire a whole chapter for my eBook novel PSYCHOPATH WEEK:
"At 16:47 I order my second pint in the Coach & Horses, a rundown pub on the outskirts of Eccles, in the middle of nowhere, to be more precise. It’s a down to earth and cosy place if you choose to ignore a few cracked windows and the downbeat attitude of the punters. Looking at the building from the street, one gets the impression that the city has fled from the premises, in all directions. A real-life Hotel California. I’m all on my own in the lounge, looking at a slightly bulging window pane that must have been beautiful once. Its bottom third is made of alabaster glass with engraved embroideries.
The thick carpet swallows all sound, is almost alive, has grown through the decades. The benches are cushioned, some sort of synthetic leather in greyish Bordeaux shades. Irregularly placed pictures on the wall, a few sketches, drawings perhaps. The wall behind me is painted blood red, I see little oriels underneath the fawn ceiling, properly lined with white colour. Whatever term is appropriate, I’d say it reminds me of Bavarian stucco and days gone by. Nice touch. Who would have guessed, passing the decrepit building front on public transport?
St Luke’s Church of England Primary School – round the corner. Uh, that’s the reason for the quietude, it being Sunday, no mistake. Every living creature in this area is ganging up in the bar of the Coach & Horses. The tables are plain and manky. I’m beginning to unwind. Two elderly gentlemen are engaged in amiable conversation with a busty barmaid who has seen it all and prevailed, yes, preserved her smile and sense of humour [...] The scent of centuries is rising from the floorboards."
Back on March 24 around lunchtime. Quiet apart from half a dozen workers (plumbers?) on their break. Excellent pint of bitter at its best form! No stupid music, ample space to sit down and ponder the universe. They also seem to have improved on their selection of Samuel Smith ales. Now, stout is part of the product range.
NB: Some locals still think it's dodgy - they are far of the mark.
Been in there once, in spring 2013. Enough to inspire a whole chapter for my eBook novel PSYCHOPATH WEEK:
"At 16:47 I order my second pint in the Coach & Horses, a rundown pub on the outskirts of Eccles, in the middle of nowhere, to be more precise. It’s a down to earth and cosy place if you choose to ignore a few cracked windows and the downbeat attitude of the punters. Looking at the building from the street, one gets the impression that the city has fled from the premises, in all directions. A real-life Hotel California. I’m all on my own in the lounge, looking at a slightly bulging window pane that must have been beautiful once. Its bottom third is made of alabaster glass with engraved embroideries.
The thick carpet swallows all sound, is almost alive, has grown through the decades. The benches are cushioned, some sort of synthetic leather in greyish Bordeaux shades. Irregularly placed pictures on the wall, a few sketches, drawings perhaps. The wall behind me is painted blood red, I see little oriels underneath the fawn ceiling, properly lined with white colour. Whatever term is appropriate, I’d say it reminds me of Bavarian stucco and days gone by. Nice touch. Who would have guessed, passing the decrepit building front on public transport?
St Luke’s Church of England Primary School – round the corner. Uh, that’s the reason for the quietude, it being Sunday, no mistake. Every living creature in this area is ganging up in the bar of the Coach & Horses. The tables are plain and manky. I’m beginning to unwind. Two elderly gentlemen are engaged in amiable conversation with a busty barmaid who has seen it all and prevailed, yes, preserved her smile and sense of humour [...] The scent of centuries is rising from the floorboards."
Back on March 24 around lunchtime. Quiet apart from half a dozen workers (plumbers?) on their break. Excellent pint of bitter at its best form! No stupid music, ample space to sit down and ponder the universe. They also seem to have improved on their selection of Samuel Smith ales. Now, stout is part of the product range.
NB: Some locals still think it's dodgy - they are far of the mark.
