McSorleys was a lot cooler (temperature wise) than Birchalls across the road - and I also got a table that had just been vacated.
There's a younger crowd in here, at least in the parts of the U-shaped premises further away (as you go in) from the corner entrance. The pub wraps back around on itself to the second entrance a few metres away from the first, which featured a doorman by the time I was leaving and is presumably where the late bar part of the pub primarily operates from
Said corner entrance features quite a nice entrance way, with a ghost sign from when a chemists operated from here. This brings you in to the most traditional part of the bar, with a large whiskey selection on display behind the bar. The drinks options are quite varied for suburbia - although nothing compared to what you can get at the other end of the village in S0190 Taphouse
Because of the more clement temperature and having a table, I spent longer here than I often would - and eventually decided to leave when someone sat nearby muttering to themselves and trying to make the floor staff take flyers and pamphlets off them. I imagine harmless, but I didn't want to have to decline whatever the flyer was for!
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