The Turks Head, Alcester - pub details
Address: 4, High St, Alcester, Warwickshire, B49 5AD [map] [gmap]
Tel: 0871 951 1000 (ref 17776) - calls cost 10p per minute plus network extras
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> Current user rating: 7.5/10 (rated by 15 users)
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user reviews of the Turks Head, Alcester
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| The only Alcester entry in the 2018 Good Beer Guide.... not going to argue, my TT Landlord was in perfect condition. Small front bar and very busy on a Friday night. Space can be found down a nicely decorated corridor. Worth seeking out. Visit blogged at http://bit.ly/2uL3Up2 Mappiman - 3 Apr 2018 15:27 |
| Finally managed to revisit yesterday after threatening to do so over 4 years ago. If anything, this pub has improved since our last visit. Whilst the front bar is still pretty much given over to locals (and there's nothing wrong with that), there's a smallish recently-refurbished dining room at the back where they serve a terrific Sunday lunch. And the TT Landlord and Salopian Oracle were excellent too (didn't try the Wye Valley HPA or the Skinner's Betty Stogs). Wasn't too sure about the Día de Muertos decorations but they had obviously had a good party the previous night! paul_d102 - 31 Oct 2016 11:23 |
| Good food, good beers and decent ambience. Muzzy - 12 Apr 2015 14:00 |
| Reasonable enough kind of place albeit slighlty food orientated (though not in a 'think's it's a restaurant kind of way). Decent enough beer and it's on the High Street. anonymous - 26 Feb 2013 16:36 |
| "the bland leading the bland" they say, whoever 'they' are, that life begins at forty. personally i've never heard anyone say that, which is a good thing as i'd avocate an instant on-the-spot maiming for anyone that ever did. but even so, i find myself peering down the through last dreggs of my pint towards my own imminent rebirth, one which suggests the next forty years will be a lot less pleasant than the first. and the beer's not bad to fair. its not great either. i mean, it wont have the doyens of camra giving a lickety splat over the cellarmanship anytime soon, but it'll do. but thats just it, as a metaphor for life goes; "it'll do" just isn't good enough. this, i soberly reflect as the turk's youthfull patron's, a frisson of stylish excess and extravagence, or an even shitter than usual episode of hollyoaks (how ever you choose to call it) parade on by without so much as a glance askance in my direction. i may as well not be here, infact, why am i here? referring to the pub's own blurb i discover that i'm drinking in a "privately owned freehouse over-flowing with character". well, if by 'character' they mean (and clearly they don't, but a link's a link, hey...) the lasses infront of me who, judgeing from their own vapid expressions, evidently did well to remember to tie the laces of their lily-allen-esque, oversized, bright white trainers, but then did somewhat less well to accompany that with any meaningful item of clothing elsewhere at all. i mean, don't get me wrong, at my age i'll take what i can get, and if thats a pair of pert young backsides protuding from shimmering lycra half a yard in front of me, then so be it. or maybe its their accompanying boyfriend's - wannabe london hipsters to a man - a T4 travesty dressed ludicrously as far as i can see in low crotched pants with elasticated ankles, there presumeably to catch the shit when it inevitabley gets kicked out of them should they so much as cast a sideways glance at the hardcases outside the swan further up the road. maybe its just me, maybe i'm too old, perhaps i'm not meant to understand the banalities of a youth i so clearly envy - but if by dressing differently you all look the same then surely that amounts to little more than the bland leading the bland down this years latest high street, H&M, fashion dead end. But anyway, all this aside, time's ticking on - last orders at the bar of life (or any other grinding last chance saloon metaphor you care to mention) - you staying for another mate? nah, its way past my bedtime...oh bollocks to it, one for the road, here's to the next forty and all that shite. for: alcester's third, or maybe even second best pub on the high street against: if i haven't already meantioned alcester's oh so 'street' wannabe london hipster's, then i have now red_fleece_beard - 8 Sep 2012 16:44 |
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