Address : 64 Upper Parliament Street, Nottingham.
Just as the Old Dog and Partridge down the street doesn’t have many partridges residing in it, the former Turf Tavern was often filled with people that would have been more at home on a racecourse. Actually jumping the fences.
However, the past is the past, and in the spirit of the Very Good Friday Agreement, the Turf has been transformed from an absolute dive to a not-too-shabby boozer, usually with three decent ales behind the bar.
Decor comes in the form of barrels lining the walls (and the toilets too), and if it all gets too noisy for you downstairs, there’s a first floor snug.
Music? Occasional acoustic gigs, otherwise some background tunes competing with the conversation.
Food? A menu of pub staples and posh-ish bar snacks.
Customers? Some of the meat market and Malibu brigade still cling on from the old days but things seem to be moving more upmarket.
Opinion? What a difference! I previously wouldn’t have touched this place with my mate’s barge pole, let alone mine. And our first visit was aided by a pint of Brian Clough (Castle Rock).
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