Woody’s

On the face of it, there isn’t actually much wrong with Woody’s at all. It’s a nicely sized bar in the heart of Liverpool’s clubbing scene. Patrons step up and belt out pop hits while you watch, drink in hand. Sounds fun, right? Wrong.
I’m not saying Woody’s is nearly as bad as a place like Fudge, for example. However, it is the type of place that gets very old very quickly. As well as that, it’s the only place where a middle-​aged man has shouted at me in the toilets and then walked out laughing, as if he’d really taught me a good lesson or was some sort of comic genius. Believe me, it didn’t even bother me very much and has little to do with the bar’s poor star rating.
Most of the clients appear to be men and women in their late forties. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t the type of place you dread going or even go as an ironic joke and you could do a lot worse. But with that said, in a massive city known for it’s night-​life, you could (and should) be doing so much better.

Woody’s is situated on Wood Street, just round the corner from Slater Street and Bold Street, in the heart of the nightlife area of the city centre.
We decided to go on a pub crawl one day and couldn’t miss Woody’s out. As we walked in we were tortured by a 60 something year old man singing at us on the karaōke. I say singing, as that is what I think he was aiming for, but it sounded like someone was being tortured,
The inside is dark, shabby and dreary, pretty much the same of the middle aged /​OAP clientele here. The karaōke seems to be on all the time and never seems to get any better.
We ordered a drink and my pint was as flat as a pancake. This was of benefit though as it enabled us to drink up quick and run away. I still have nightmares about that place.
I agree with Anthony, for gods sake JUST SAY NO!

WTF?! Yup I would end the review there if I could but that would seem unreasonable — to anyone who has never seen Chillies.
5 mins is as long as we lasted, and it was enough honestly, hey! at least I crossed the threshold. Just say no. This was actually the inspiration behind Grange Hill’s massive 80s chart topper — loveable anti drug campaigner Zamo was actually driven to smack but I can’t conclusively say it had anything to do with Chillies.
Normally the more rough and ready elements of Liverpools nightime underbelly appeal to me and are usually a good laugh but seeing a 50 year old woman berate her obviously weaker, balding husband with her bra out and cackling maniacally made everything turn a bit dark.