Friday, April 1, 2011
No. 23 The Beehive
Visited on 31/3/11. This establishment is just a shell - a space inside an old building where there was once a pub. It looks and feels like a squat - only it's less salubrious. The two pool tables in the back were the main focus of attention and the plate of minty curled up sarnies indicated there was a league match on. Other than the pool players, the place was empty. A few spotlights fixed to the walls suggested it was a music venue - probably just at the weekends when no doubt it plays host to legions of shit heavy metal bands. Naturally, there was no cask. Keg Stones bitter was all that was on offer - a brand I thought had disappeared in the 1980s. This is an unpleasant place - possibly the worst pub in Chester (but hey, there's a long way to go !). Make sure you wipe your feet on the way out.