Well, well, well. The Poste House. For me personally, those are three words which conjure an array…read moreof images and emotions. The Poste House in an entity. And no matter what your opinion of it is, I imagine you'll remember it.
The Poste House is a pub which can be found in the heart of Liverpool's gay quarter. It's less than a stone throw away from Liverpool's major gay bars such as Pink, Heaven, The Lisbon and, of course, Superstar Boudoir. However, The Poste House is a difficult place to define. It's not what I'd call 'trendy' exactly. Nor is intimate, in the traditional sense, thought space is limited usually. It certainly isn't classy either.
The Poste House is a standing contradiction. Upon entrance, you'll be met by worn, old faces. Grey haired men sit and drink. The stairs which snake upwards at the back of the pub may as well be a portal to a different universe. Upstairs the words Poste House mean gay-friendly, unexpected, unknown and unchallenged fun.
It's the type of place, you'll find it difficult not to fit in. The more you go, the more you'll recognize the regulars. Drag queens, drunk, fat women, overly camp, Belinda Carlisle loving men. One of the drinks that can be ordered is, ironically, named 'The Cheeky Arsehole'. You get the idea.
It's the type of place you will be approached by a rogue's gallery of characters, in my experience, looking for a tipsy, yet innocent chatter. If a positive attribute for a bar, in your opinion, is for it to be summed up by the word 'subterranean', make your way to Cumberland street right away.
I might be exaggerating somewhat but The Poste House is a genuinely good place for starter drinks. It's friendly, fun, weird, with a nice little outdoor area. The toilets aren't exactly torn from Buckingham Palace - in fact, they're somewhat below par - but besides that I cannot really recommend it enough. This is the place that will spawn a million misadventures.