What is the roughest pub you have ever been to?

The most hostile place I've been is the Throckley Union Jack. Used to knock about with some lads who grew up round there so I was always ok, but that was/is a truly backwards, unwelcoming venue and as the name might imply, has a distinctive clientele. Had a decent snooker table and pool table plus very cheap LCL which was the attraction for us
 
Don’t know it’s name, but a bar in Tijuana , we dived in there to get away from the aggressive market traders, beer was cheap but was a proper dive, mind you it might have been one of their better ones, who knows?
 
I went on a fishing trip to northern Ireland with my dad and his mates in the early 90s. We walked into a small pub in a village and it was a proper 'everyone stops talking' moment when my dad ordered a drink. The landlord said 'I'll let you have a round but you'll have to leave after' 😂.

My dad said he looked around and the pub was wall to wall IRA propaganda.

I don't know the name. Yet its definitely the roughest or arguably the most dangerous pub I've been in. The looks we were getting were genuinely unnerving.
 
fffjord green harehills leeds,everytime we played in the north west when you had to go through leeds you would always go past the ffjord green. so one tuesday late eighties we played oldham away on a tuesday night and decided to stop off and have a pint in there.soon as we walked in we realised it was a big mistake,we couldnt just turn round and go out.it was a case of get ya pint sup up quick and get out
 
Some pub in tow law my mate who runs a mobile disco was booked to do a Friday night me & a mate had a ride up. Before I had even had a sip of my first drink tap on my shoulder "my mate says you look at his lass again he's gonna rip your head off" when I looked round he this poor imitation Sid vicious was glaring at me & shreks ugly sister sat next to him 😬
I gave the car keys to my mate told him to pull car up out front & open window as soon as I saw car pull up I bolted out the door & head first through the window my mate said he saw at least 6 after me. Needless to say I've never been back to tow law ever again
 
fffjord green harehills leeds,everytime we played in the north west when you had to go through leeds you would always go past the ffjord green. so one tuesday late eighties we played oldham away on a tuesday night and decided to stop off and have a pint in there.soon as we walked in we realised it was a big mistake,we couldnt just turn round and go out.it was a case of get ya pint sup up quick and get out
Just down the road from The Gaiety. One I'd forgotten.
Delivered there once... There was a black stripper in the lounge all watched by white lads, and a white stripper in the bar all watched by black lads.
Not somewhere you'd want to be in too often.
 
Actually thinking on, a bar on the edge of the French Quarter , NOLA , was a bit hairy, gang members had to remove their colours before they were allowed in, full of bloods and crips,you could see the bandana’s hanging out of their back pockets.
 
The Eston Royal was rough in its day and a frightening place to go for strangers.

I was once in the Long Bar on Union Street in Plymouth in the early 80's with a group of lads I was working with and the whole pub attacked us with bottles and glasses. A lad from Redcar had heard our accent earlier on the night in another pub and warned us that the locals would have go at the Matlows due to the Marines being out on exercise.

Lulu's record 'Shout' came on the duke box and that was the nod for it all to start. They all started singing it coming towards us with the big chunky glasses in their hands. Six of us got glassed. One lad got stabbed and it went through his leather jacket and stopped in the last couple of pages in his cheque book.



Another time in the 90's I was in London on Gloucester Rd and walked into an Irish Pub with the wife following the music. I ordered us drinks and the bar man asked if I would still want a pint if I knew Martin McGuiness and Gerry Adams had been in their earlier. Both had been part of a demo in Trafalgar Square. I played dumb and said of course I would and then ordered a second. Everyone in there was just staring at us - I've never been so frightened.
 
The Eston Royal was rough in its day and a frightening place to go for strangers.

I was once in the Long Bar on Union Street in Plymouth in the early 80's with a group of lads I was working with and the whole pub attacked us with bottles and glasses. A lad from Redcar had heard our accent earlier on the night in another pub and warned us that the locals would have go at the Matlows due to the Marines being out on exercise.

Lulu's record 'Shout' came on the duke box and that was the nod for it all to start. They all started singing it coming towards us with the big chunky glasses in their hands. Six of us got glassed. One lad got stabbed and it went through his leather jacket and stopped in the last couple of pages in his cheque book.



Another time in the 90's I was in London on Gloucester Rd and walked into an Irish Pub with the wife following the music. I ordered us drinks and the bar man asked if I would still want a pint if I knew Martin McGuiness and Gerry Adams had been in their earlier. Both had been part of a demo in Trafalgar Square. I played dumb and said of course I would and then ordered a second. Everyone in there was just staring at us - I've never been so frightened.
Union St is dead now... Completely dead. Couldn't believe the state of it.
 
The Brunswick. Knocked down for the A66 .
Went in when I was 16 (1974). My first night out with the lads off the Beam Mill at Lackenby BSC. We went in the Masham then there and I was ***ed after 2 pints. We were all messing about dancing on tables and 2 huge fights broke out (not us). Proper bar room brawls with all regulars of the pub. Landlady came out never said a thing except get off the tables or you are barred. Fella sat at the bar said to me don't worry son see him , he pointed at a bloke in the corner . Hes stabbed 2 people in here and only got a warning.
Left straight after that.
 
Three horseshoes in Gilesgate, Durham, everyone stared at me and my mate who went in looking for a local after we moved in to a student house nearby, one quick pint and ****ed off, if we hadn’t both been semi local from Teesside I’m sure we’d have been strung up for being students, very them and us in that city at the time
Been in there when I was working in Durham city... you’re right about them and us... reminds me of the star wars scene when they walk in and everything stops

the brown jug in Durham was another one. I somehow ended up bivvied there after a night out... I woke up in my room with two mates passed out on the floor and three birds in the bed and no recollection of how I’d got there or what had gone on.
 
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