A handsome Edwardian building that, in this prosperous stockbroker belt town, was felt to be worth more as flats than as a pub. In the past was famed for its bowling green, which was often used to stage tournaments, although in the pub’s last years it was turned into a children’s play area.
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ReplyDeleteWe used to manage this pub many years ago, serving good home made food, then the brewery came along and decided they wanted to "up market" the pub, we tried to explain to our bosses that the customers of our pub were quite happy to spend £4.00 on a good home made steak & kidney pie or £40 on a good steak in a good restaurant but, they would not pay £11 for a frozen chicken kiev.. and of course they didn't listen. despite reassurances about the bowling green being safe, the result was as stated a childrens play area. The breweries are now paying the penalty of pubs closing through their indifference of not listening to their landlords and land ladies who know their customers best.
ReplyDeleteOn a recent drive around my previous life I tried to show my husband of nearly 20 years where I worked during my student days, spent my 21st and heard about the death of Elvis. Worked with amazing people and learnt so much. I couldn't work out where this amazing place (for me) was .. and couldn't see it as I was driving .... So many memories ... many I shouldn't put into print I guess. But love(d) that place. Thanks ....
DeleteThe Bleeding Wolf was a fantastic friendly pub with excellent service, first rate home made food and where everyone was made to feel welcome. A tragic loss to Hale.
DeleteUsed to start an evening here as it actually served milk on draught, good basis for a night on the beer.
ReplyDeleteIt was a beautiful friend of mine from the Army at university (who appeared on Blind Date) who wrote a thesis on selling milk in pubs. She got a job in marketing at the Milk Marketing Board and the Wolf was one of the first to serve it.
DeleteCame from USA 45 years ago,loved the pet friendly bleeding wolf. Stayed with the Scott's on Warwick place. Good times ,good memories. Hello to rob and Geoff
ReplyDeleteMy Grandparents ran this Pub during the War and we children used to love running all over the many rooms and up in the turret. We lived across the road in a house called Burtonhome. I often think about it all - I have lived in Sydney Australia for the past 51 years. Who knows, one day I will see it again
ReplyDeleteMy Grandparents ran this hotel during the War and my brother and I had happy times running all over it and up in the Tower. I lived across the road in a house called Burtonhome. I have lived in Australia for the past 51 years. I do hope they don't spoil it.
ReplyDeleteI used to go there in the 80s. There was a nice girl working there named Sam with a brother called John that used to walk with crutches. Remember anything like this?
DeleteI went there in the mid 1970s when it was all little rooms -- it was great. They opened up to one big room and that was ok. Then I went away to university, came back and it was trendy and terrible. Sad it had to go
ReplyDeleteWent there in its last fag end months - terrible place by the end. A right mess was made of it,
ReplyDeleteWas here as a yank in 86, when I was 18 years of age. We were the only Americans in the vicinity. Hung out here with many friends. Closes place to our home on woodhead drive just up the block.
ReplyDeleteHello Maureen. Are u the same Maureen whose husband was David and used to also have the Queens in Hyde? If so you were friends of my mum and dad Alan and Betty Roberts! Regards Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteMy family Pub The Bleeding Wolf. I am so sad~!
ReplyDeleteWas it near a level crossing
ReplyDeleteNo, you're probably thinking of the Cheshire Midland and the Railway in the centre of Hale village.
DeleteI've got a postcard from (judging by the hat the ladies are wearing) the Edwardian era set outside the pub. You can see the sign on the pub and back then it was called 'Old Bleeding Wolf'
ReplyDeleteI think it was a Whitbread pub - I remember that at some time in the 80s they did a ‘Real Lager’ - I can’t remember its name (Gold something?) but it didn’t last long, despite demand, because it was so difficult for the cellar man to look after.
ReplyDeleteYes, it was a Whitbread pub.
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