The Elephant

Place is filled with cattle and simpletons of the highest order. Wasn’t sure if it was a farmer or waiter that served me. Smell was a dead giveaway. I ordered a beer and the woman threw it at me. All because I wanted to negotiate a fair price for a bit of wet in the toilets. Mouth or vagina. I don’t mind. Oh, and when I left someone collapsed in a pool of sick and quite possibly died. Avoid this place.

Defiantly more of a place to eat rather then have a few drinks. The beers on tap are more for the adventurous traveller, offering a number of pale ales. Most pubs we’ve been to during this holiday have had at least Carling, or Carlsberg.
Overall, I’d say the elephant is a café opposed to a pub.

Meal number one upon arrival to the UK was at The Elephant. We walked in a bit ahead of the lunch rush and were promptly seated and greeted. I went fish and chips while my coworker went with a sandwich. Shortly there after, out comes a huge portion of fish and chips. The quality was average, with bits that seemed almost overly breaded. The chips were decent. Service was friendly and the restaurant and restrooms were very clean. I can’t say much more about The Elephant and would consider returning on a future trip.

Great Sunday Lunch today
Really fast and caring service!
Nice choice of beer on tap and in bottles
Beer garden with nice amount of tables
Carpark round the back
What more can you ask for

What on earth do you expect when someone says let’s goto teh Elephant? My thoughts initial were, er excuse me what??! A pub in a Pudlian village named after an African animal. It’s like an episode of strange but true, you remember that program all those years ago? The name I suppose is catchy. If you were expecting an African safari theme, you’ll be dissappointed and let down.
This pub is as interesting and unique as the next I’m afraid to say. It is as traditional as they come, all the normal shbang. Beer drinkers rejoice (not me!!) A standard beer garden esque facility for sun filled drinking and small talk debauchery. Oh yes of course it’s pink so can’t miss it. Why it’s pink, no idea. No matter how «metro sexual «the male populatiuon gets I refuse to bow down to pressure and accept its ok for guys to like the colour. I have not purchased a shirt of a pink or «salmon» persuasion. Ultimately however I will concurr with Emma.L.H and say it won’t hurt for you to visit this establishment.

As majestic and stoical as its name suggests, the Elephant is a grand old pub with a preeminent spot in Woolton village and a neat side-​garden where you can sit on sunny days, watching the traffic and pedestrians drift past. The staff are as friendly and good-​natured as actual elephant-​keepers (have you ever met a grumpy one?) and the food is the peak of excellence in terms of pub grub.
The one gripe I can think of is the downright false advertising of the menu’s ‘Elephant Burger’. Guess what animal it’s made from? Yeah, that’s right, cow. Turns out it’s just a larger-​than-​normal beef burger. If you read its name and automatically thought it was carved from the mastodonic bulk of a freshly-​shot bull elephant, you’re on my side and I share your aching disappointment. We’ll never forget.

They talk about an elephant in the room. Well, this is an elephant pub, and apparently it’s just as steeped in history as many of the beverage purveyors of Liverpool. This one, apparently, is the biggie. This one started the stormy relationship between one Mr Jonathan Lennon and one future vegetarian spokesperson and the divorcee you don’t wanna mess with, El Paulo. Yes, the two visionaries, the fire and ice of the Beatles to put it in Spinal Tap terms first bumped into one another at Woolton’s village fête, therefore Woolton’s Elephant is keen to cash in on the deal. Well, not literally.
First off, the building is just gorgeous. It’s pink, like the elephants in Dumbo. That movie makes me sob like a baby, but thankfully this pub doesn’t. Now it’s Grade II listed (as so many Liverpool pubs are, the lucky scousers) and is run by the same gentle Irish chap who is responsible for Pogue Mahone’s and a number of other drinkeries. You can get good honest food here and Sunday roasts, all made fresh on the premises, and the clientele are very varied, from Liverpool’s suburbanites to urban professionals, students and boho types. It’s a fab spot to engage in a bit of rest and relaxation… the music’s quiet, the TV’s silent, there aren’t any machines and guest beers frequent the four cask ales they offer. There’s a decent wine list to choose from and the ambience is very calm. I like it.
It’s a little different to your local rowdy boozer and offers a more chilled out ambience. I think it works rather well… do try it for yourself.

The Elephant has been taken over by so many different people; it’s hard to keep up! The latest owners have managed to get the locals on their side by reinstating the elephant’s head that was ripped down in controversy last year.
The food is pretty good, they concentrate on Sunday roast dinners but their other meals are just as yummy — strongly recommend the cajun chicken burger. The atmosphere is pretty chilled out, with big leather sofas and a minimalistic look. The staff are friendly enough too. Overall, not a bad little country-​ish pub if you fancy a bite to eat and quick drink.

Recently refurbished. Reasonable prices on drink and food. Basic but nice menu. Free wifi. Nice for an afternoon pint, gets busier at night, obviously.