The Dealers has a grim exterior, like it once stood in some city where everybody was killed by a cloud of toxic gas and, after thirty years left unmanned, it was dragged to Garston by tractors. The yoofs crowded round the door don't help either.
Step inside though and you'll find the place to be relatively decent. This is one of those places that goes to show how, provided you don't do anything ridiculous like insult the landlord's mum or wear naught but a mankini, rough pubs are generally quite difficult to find.
The comfortable leather seats and dark, wooden furniture make the back seating areas a particularly good spot to sit, sup a pint and remember the war. read more