Richard John Blackler, Liverpool

This is the wetherspoons across from lime street station in liverpool city center im posting about. This has to be the worst excuse for a pub ive ever entered in my life. Im glad everybody else that has posted has basically the same things to say so i know its not me being a moaner.Was there last weekend with my partner and child, we were over from Ireland to see the Liverpool game and popped in to have some food and a quick beer before heading to Anfield.The tables were absolutely filthy. Dirty dishes everywhere. We were hunted from one side to the other because we had a seven year old child with us.When i tried to order it took at least 15 minutes at the bar to be told we need your table number. So back i went to my filthy dirty dishes laden table to find the table had no number so i went back to the bar tender and stated this and he said has the bloody table next to you got a number and threw his eyes upwards and grunted. This guy was the pits. Ignorant , slow , belittling.He had it all. And im going to explain him in detail so if anybody in management reads this they will know who i mean. He was about thirty sounded like an Irish accent and moved like an eighty year old.Im Irish so im not being racist. I had a good fifteen minutes while i waited for to get his attention so it was not just his attitude toward me i observed. This guy just did not want to be there. To make a long story short after he asked " was there a bloody number on the table long side" i just had enough of the whole place and returned to my partner and child and left. Fair to say its was the worst establishment on a whole I ever went into and i wont ever darken the door of a wetherspoons again. I cant comment on the food and drink as I didnt manage to get any but if it was like the rest of the place im glad i did not have to suffer it.

26 Feb 2008 19:50