Rose & Crown

Not one of my favourite pubs in town but I am more than familiar with this place thanks to some Karaōke singing friends who also lived on the unfortunately titled Cheapside making this their local and are usual start to a saturday evening unless I threw a big enough tantrum.
Martin’s Kareoke is the order of the day for a Friday and Saturday night and if I was to make a call between the two I would err towards Friday just because the abundance of s**tfaced employees from the nearby offices tend to bring a touch more life to the place. There is little more depresing than having only a small group willing to put their hat in the ring for a karaōke night as several middle aged couples watch on silently as they try and think of something to say to each other.
A good thing about this place are the curious out-​of-​towners that it attracts who are staying at the nearby hotels. Either they are often excited, wide-​eyed groups enthralled by a night out in Liverpool or are the star attraction themselves as they go mental on their hols and are often up for getting involved with the locals.

Standing like Mrs Miggins’ Pie Shop down a side street with an unflattering name is the squat pub with the unoriginal name. Jutting off the main thoroughfare of Dale Street, the Rose & Crown is no doubt incredibly venerated but is isn’t particularly memorable. Inside, the darkness and karaōke make an hour seem like a whole night.
I visited here about eight in the evening and was struck by how the world seemed to vanish. It felt as if I’d blinked and it was now suddenly 5am and everyone in the outside world was slumbering soundly, with visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads.
This is the sort of pub that is suited more for an afternoon pint. It’s also the location where the founders of Saint Francis Xavier’s Church met to establish their parish in 1840 so, you know, get going on any big ideas you may have.