Jolly Sailor, South Norwoodback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
Does what it says on the tin. Friendly atmosphere, swift service for a busy Friday night.
Nothing wrong with it.
Glad they got rid of the stainless steel bar.
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It was "The garotted lamb" in American werewolf
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If you want to be stared at when entering a pub, when you order your drink, continually monitored when drinking and then aggressively abused and accused of being a drug pusher when asking about the garden area then this is pub for you. Even by South Norwood standards this pub does not want to cater for the casual drinker and you will feel menaced to the extent you should leave. This is a local pub for local people, like the Slaughtered Lamb in American Werewolf.
If you do want to front it out then you'll be in a bright space with pool darts big screen and generic lager on tap, the token bitter is John Smiths although we were told there was no bitter. I don't think real ale drinkers would be welcome, mind you no-one is!!!
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Friendly enough pub on the corner in pre-renaissance South Norwood. Guinness was decent, service was friendly. Nothing amazing but a pub being a pub.
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Have started drinking here since the sad demise of the alliance.
Its friendly, lets away fans in, and has a juke box and pool table.
Shame theres no ale, but the cider is fine!
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Have to say probably the best pub in norwood you now what your gonna get when you go in here a good pint and a warm atmosphere
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when I lived in Sth Norwood back in the late 80's I used to meet my mate Lee here with his business cronies - all suits back then. Dark and pokey and very smokey! I miss these days ...
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I'm sorry, this is not a review as such but a story about the Jolly Sailor back in 1991.
I was invited to join the pub's pool team after playing a few frames and getting to know some of the regulars who were a friendly bunch.
Over the course of the next few months, I travelled around various pubs in the area and fate transpired not only to almost always leave me as the player facing the deciding match but, no matter how hard I tried, I failed to recapture the form that had caught the eye of my fellow team-mates back at the Jolly and I finished the season with a miserable straight loss record.
They were kind enough, but I could tell that secretly they were cursing ever inviting me to take up the cue.
They must have been very relieved when I announced that as I was moving up to Manchester to get married I'd be unable to play the following season and as a gesture of goodwill and a fond 'farewell' invited me to the end of season party.
There was free grub laid on by the JS's fantastic staff and the banter was good - if a little cutting as the remarks about my awful season became more regular as the booze flowed.
We ended the night with a couple of games of 'killer' where everyone was invited to put a pound coin into a pint pot and take their turn at the table. Just to explain to the uninitiated, in killer, you generally start with 3 'lives' and take turns at the table. If you pot a ball you 'survive' with your lives intact, if you miss, you lose a life and when all three are gone you are out and the last person surviving gets to keep the cash.
As the first game drew on I found that my luck had changed and everything I hit seemed to go in. There were ironic and slightly embittered cheers when I potted the last ball and became the winner of game 1.
"Another game" went up the cry. So even more pound coins plinked into the pint pot which was now brimming as I wedged my winnings sheepishly into my jeans and announced I'd be sitting this one out.
"Oh no you're not" came the reply, and so I dropped my pound in and was given the job of breaking, which is often a sure-fire way to lose your first life. In went 2 balls.
30 minutes later I was making a hasty escape down Portland Road after pocketing my second successive lot of winnings, closely followed by an angry mob. OK so I made the 'followed by an angry mob' bit up, but they weren't keen on me staying put it that way.
Haven't been back since. If you were one of the members of that Pool team, I'm really really sorry.
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Decent enough pub. Beer is alright, though I wouldn't rave about how wonderful things are here it is still better than any other in the area. Nice beer garden to freeze inw hile smoking deathsticks, and the staff are cheer and reciprocal enough.
Norwood has been dealt a really poor hand for pubs in the area, or maybe it's just me. I've come from North London (nr. Tottenham, so my expectations aren't high) but at least this one is not trying too hard to be something it isn't and is just a boozer. Shame it doesn;t have enough real ale, but it's decent enough
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This sounds like one of the gayest pubs I have ever seen in my life. Chase me!!!Oops I have slipped over a banana!
anonymous - 1 Aug 2007 17:03 |
Love this pub!!!
Every Saturday home game you'll find us in there right next to the jukebox picking the tunes for everyone - sorry if you don't like our taste, but hey get over it!
Management are well friendly and so are all the staff, beer is cheap, locals are friendly and has a pool table, dart board and live football.
I'll definitely be there this Saturday from opening!
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Nice ad, pity about the pub.
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Very nice, clean, family-run pub by a professional couple. Locals and outsiders alike are welcomed, great jukebox & pool table. There's a dartboard for those who want it and a fruity as well as a quiz machine that has a monthly payout. Always a decent pint in here and a genuinely safe family venue for sporting events such as (at the moment) World Cup games, footy in general etc... There are 2 widescreen TVs and a Big Screen so you can always see and the staff are always happy to put different channels on the tellies so that they can accommodate as many punters as possible. Very nice garden. All round, you can see that this is a well looked after business and it reaps the rewards in its customer base.
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