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    The Lord Raglan

    The Lord Raglan

    4.3(3 reviews)
    1.3 mi

    Take the M66 J1 and head south towards Bury. An innocuous side road, a few hundred yards off the…read moreA56, called Walmersley Old Road takes a surprisingly cobbled and twisting rise towards Nangreaves and the village of Mount Pleasant, high up on the moorland that dominates the landscape between Bury and Rochdale. The Lord Raglan stands proudly near the top of the hill at the edge of the village - an oasis in the midst of the barren, yet beguiling Lancashire moors. There is probably nothing this pub lacks. One might quibble and say - a decent jukebox or pool table, but although I would usually cite both of those as key ingredients in the Ideal Pub - the pub that bides its time, unchanging and enduring in the realm of Platonic Forms - both would be out of place in this somewhat comprehensive establishment. Essentially The Lord Raglan is a three legged dog, but as Michael Stipe once said, A three legged dog is still a dog and what a hound it is. The first leg is the restaurant, the main attraction for anyone travelling more than a few miles to this beautifully isolated outpost (although there is a very regular bus service to Bury and Manchester). Leg number two is the pub itself, nourished by leg number three - The Third Leg, if you will: Leyden Brewery, situated in the cellar beneath the pub itself. The pub is eclecticly furnished with all manner of curios including ornate thrones, the odd far eastern relic and more traditionally rural items pertaining to the world of hunting. Somehow though, none of this is overfacing and the pub treads the fine line between cosiness and clutter very steadily. It is split into three large rooms - the restaurant, the main bar area which includes a small lounge and a further main lounge which affords spectacular views towards Holcombe Hill and Ramsbottom. Sunsets to through the lounge windows to the west are often mesmerising in the summer. There is a congenial atmosphere throughout with a good ratio of locals to visitors and everyone seems happy to chat. That's not always the case in such rural establishments. The landlord and bar staff are efficient and friendly though not effusive - they leave the small talk out of it by and large. The service is of a good reliable and consistent standard, though there can often be a long wait for food - so prepare for this by arriving in plenty of time befor ethe hunger pangs become too painful. This is due to the small size of the kitchen, also situated downstairs. The restaurant serves the gamut of traditional rural pub fare with the emphasis on meat. That encompasses grills and burgers, steaks, gammon and some excellent Bury Black Pudding Tower dishes. Hot steak sandwiches and the like are also served as lighter bites with specials including bakes, fish such as Red Snapper and Thai curries adding a less usual flourishto the menu. Whatever you order, make sure it comes with a helping of Raglan Fries - they are an essential part of the Raglan Experience. Desserts are also highly recommended and come in the form of traditional staples such as sticky toffee pudding, spotted dick and apple pie. Diners are welcome in the restaurant itself or anywhere throughout the pub. My advice would be to go for a table in the one of the lounges as the ambience and mix of clientele is one of the main lures of this place. As you enter the main lounge, skirt along the bar and head up to the enormous table in the far left corner. It is surrounded by a very comfortable high backed leather couch and offers great views towards those sunsets. The pub is dog-friendly and often hosts a variety of canines, even in the main lounge. Children are also welcome although there may be a time limit on having them at the bar. In summer, the outside seating also comes into its own for such puposes, althought the beer garden in the yard to the rear could be improved with a bit of TLC. Perhaps the best reason to visit The Lord Raglan is the Leyden Brewery, the brainchild of Brendan, brother of Terry the landlord. It's a formidable micro-brewery offering a wide selection of fine ales. Four or five of those ales are usually on offer at any one time, including staples such as Raglan's Sleeve and Nanny Flyer (named after the local bus to Nangreaves) round about the 4% mark, the latter being the lighter. They range from Leyden's own wheat beers and premium style lager to Crowning Glory which approaches the sweeter style of 6% ales. Inbetween are classics such as Bury Forever (depicting the crest of Bury FC), Balaclava and Sebastopol Road and Charge of the Light Brigade. Other ales come and go and many are included in the annual (July 20th) beer festival - though it appears to me that the Raglan houses a permanent beer festival, such is the variety of choice available. Of course, they also serve the usual suspects such as lagers, Guinness and ciders on tap, but even those are accompanied by Frambozen fruit beers and white beers. The Lord Raglan is a classic

    Good family pub restaurant, great food and friendly hard working staff. Will come backread more

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    The Footballers' Inn

    The Footballers' Inn

    4.0(2 reviews)
    0.0 mi

    I'd seen the Footballers' Inn mentioned on an article about pub crawling the East Lancs Railway but…read morehadn't quite realised it's almost a 15 minutes uphill climb from the station. This nearly killed my dad and meant we arrived with only about 10 mins to drink before we'd need to get the train back to Bury, an idea we quickly abandoned in favour of a taxi. Overall I wouldn't recommend it as part of that crawl unless you, like us, are there at the end of the day and are prepared to miss out on the last 10 minutes of the journey. It's not the best or most beautiful pub in the world but it had a great buzz early on a Saturday night, only enhanced as Man City began their match against Everton. Oddly while there are at least 3 excellent screens, even pre-match they all showed just Sky Sports News, so I don't think you'll get much of a variety here. Drinks selection includes standard uninteresting fare but also a few taps of well kept real ale, including a stout I really enjoyed. My dad fancied a whisky and my bf managed to find the bartender a dusty bottle of Lagavulin, so while it's clearly not a whisky pub there is actually an option ideal for whisky drinkers! Definitely a reliable bet if you're in the area.

    Makes you think, doesn't it? The name could be good or bad. And I say that as a football supporter…read more Could be grim. Could be very very grim. I didn't know what to expect when I first set foot in what is now my local (though I've only managed to get there twice). An all-male sawdust stacked armpit serving watery lager on electric taps perhaps? Flanks of thick armed fellas cracking the plaster with unblinking eyes and sandpaper hair? Instead I discovered the good football. The football that actually keeps punters returning to the game, in its live version season after season. The bar staff smile. They make eye-contact. They step back momentarily and acknowledge that choosing between TT's Landlord, Black Sheep and a number of well appointed guests takes time. They recognise that such things arewell, pretty crucial. They wipe your table down and visit the tables of the better known patrons to take their orders. They stumble over your dog, apologise, wake it up, stroke it and offer it food. They produce said food, dangle it appropriately and then your dog spits out and you feel embarrassed. Immediately they gain the upper hand and everything changes - er, no: I digress. You feed it to your dog and frankly insist, telling him you intend to return, be nice to the kind lady who gives you treats. You sit down, if you can find a free table and immediately you are surrounded. Ensconced by people who are inevitably merry, but merry in that almost mystical way you can rarely achieve, because as soon as you begin to reflect on it you've had another drink and now you've gone and exceeded your good drunken limit yet again. Once more it's just a memory, a fleeting alcohol based nirvana sailing by in and out of the mist like the Marie Celeste of real ale. But these people, around you are the crew of said vessel and they are floating, blissfully (on a school night too!) in the horse latitudes of The Footballers' Inn. They smile, and even you can't fail to become enthralled by their conversational snares - subtle at first, tentative, but ultimately all-pervasive. Yet again, like the Lord Raglan, there's none of that don't stray from the path attitude here if they don't recognise your fiz. It's beamed, probably authentically, it's cramped, it's slightly claustrophobic and the temperature rises as your drink goes down. Every ounce of wall space is given over to football memorabilia, but in a very curious way that - honestly - would be easy to overlook. Even the heavily Man U weighted main lounge doesn't quite reach shrine proportions - like that tiny pub on Manchester's Portland Street (is it The Grey Horse or The Circus Tavern?) and the appealing factor of the pub is it's highly various clientele, from middle aged women out together, to older men, younger men, teenagers and of course me! On both occasions I've noticed it contains at least one dog. Maybe it operates within the Quantity Theory of Dogs - as in the pub always houses one dog whose form merely changes depending on the clientel. And the humidity. Returning to the theme of said pub, the smaller lounge which also serves as a part-time vault, contains some quite historical footballing memorabilia of an apparently random nature. These are nice touches for the discerning observer. I find myself looking at all the penants from all the different British clubs and foreign teams and imagining the stories behind how they go there - were they from fans of those clubs or perhaps from away supporters, mementos of travels far and wide? A nice place. I know I'll return. And definitely the last place for a kick-off.

    Hearth of the Ram

    Hearth of the Ram

    3.6(8 reviews)
    1.5 mi
    ££

    "Amazing food, shame the service was all a bit rushed" should be the headline on this occasion!…read more We did go on Mothers Day and pre-booked with them doing 3 services but although everyone was friendly it did really seem like everyone was on a mission to get you in and out as fast as possible! In fact our main server probably would have given us the card machine with our dessert if he'd got the chance - I thought we did quite well to nail 3 courses in 90 mins! But all this we're putting down to Mothers Day and hope to go back soon because the food was amazing. 3 courses each - I enjoyed the monkfish and prawns to start, with amazingly cooked lamb to follow and a dessert of sticky toffee pud -all were so so good! At £30 per head it was fairly well priced for a great meal and the drinks were pretty good with a pint of Elland Pale and a large glass of MOMO NZ Sauvignon Blanc polished off pretty quickly by yours truly!

    Heart of the Ram seems like a nice environment although it seems like it's really more of a…read morerestaurant than a pub...I might have been missing where some more non-eating tables were though. I had a very nice gin & tonic and sauvignon blanc from a pleasant bartender who seemed knowledgeable about the ales on offer. Bf tried some sort of vanilla ale which he said was pretty good but his Timothy Taylor pint tasted sour. The Christmas menu looked nice (quite expensive though) and I'd be interested to try the food here.

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    Hearth of the Ram - Great monk fish

    Great monk fish

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    Lovely sponge pud

    Hearth of the Ram - Monkfish and prawn starter

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