Royal Oak Hotel
| 34 Barton Lane, Manchester, Eccles |
2 oranları
8.00/10.00 |
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+44 161 789 0487 |
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Skells Macallan (27.02.2015 11:49)
From my novel PSYCHOPATH WEEK (kindle eBook):
"An old lady sings into a microphone, a buxom beauty takes a drink at the bar and their beer tastes like manna. Oh heavenly bliss. A divine shelter from the demons that roam Eccles at night. I must have swallowed my fear because nobody’s looking at me as if I were a ghost. I’ve gained back control over my life and my bowels.
My part of the pub is called The Vault, it reminds me of a 1930 or 1940 interior. Welcome to Goodnight Sweetheart. One of the lads gets the jukebox going as the old lady finishes her swan song. I think it was The Other Side of Things. Radiohead rising: Creep. Read my mind, mate!
I order a beer, black as Whitby jet, then another one. To my utmost surprise my stomach doesn’t rebel against the massive intake of liquid. Icy night winds carry me over to my hotel."
Penning these words back in 2013 in the Royal Oak, I returned to spend a very quiet afternoon on February 3 this year. They keep an excellent pint of Black (at 2£25 almost a bargain). Reading and writing a lot whilst there. One of those places that if relocated to the centre of Dublin or London's west end, would be abuzz with punters and tourists. A real gem that needs to be preserved at all costs!
From my novel PSYCHOPATH WEEK (kindle eBook):
"An old lady sings into a microphone, a buxom beauty takes a drink at the bar and their beer tastes like manna. Oh heavenly bliss. A divine shelter from the demons that roam Eccles at night. I must have swallowed my fear because nobody’s looking at me as if I were a ghost. I’ve gained back control over my life and my bowels.
My part of the pub is called The Vault, it reminds me of a 1930 or 1940 interior. Welcome to Goodnight Sweetheart. One of the lads gets the jukebox going as the old lady finishes her swan song. I think it was The Other Side of Things. Radiohead rising: Creep. Read my mind, mate!
I order a beer, black as Whitby jet, then another one. To my utmost surprise my stomach doesn’t rebel against the massive intake of liquid. Icy night winds carry me over to my hotel."
Penning these words back in 2013 in the Royal Oak, I returned to spend a very quiet afternoon on February 3 this year. They keep an excellent pint of Black (at 2£25 almost a bargain). Reading and writing a lot whilst there. One of those places that if relocated to the centre of Dublin or London's west end, would be abuzz with punters and tourists. A real gem that needs to be preserved at all costs!
A Google User (20.05.2013 23:10)
Needs a make over on a couple of occasions I have walked past and looked in there been only two or three people in but definitely need a decorating very dull in there
Needs a make over on a couple of occasions I have walked past and looked in there been only two or three people in but definitely need a decorating very dull in there
