Brookhouse

467 Smithdown Rd, Liverpool
0151 734 4641

Recent Reviews

Tom Burton

Euan I have a boss time in Brooke

Lucy Robb

Great food, great music and atmosphere probably because everyone was at the black

Gabe Taylor

Why did the brookehouse cross the roadBecause it wanted to get its pockets ran by a £6 meal deal from the shell

Paul Doyle

Me are mcloving brookehouse tonight! It’s finger licking

Leo James

Great result, on to next week ???

Erin McNally

Dear Ewan, forgive our misguided quest,Cheating in the quiz, we must confess.Lacking brain cells, we strayed astray,But now we seek redemption, come what may.In moments of weakness, we faltered and fell,But integrity's path, we'll tread it well.With remorse in our hearts, we ask for your grace,And pledge to honor the quiz's rightful place.So here's our apology, short and clear,We'll embrace honesty, without fear.Forgive us, Ewan, for our foolish choice,As we strive to let integrity's voice rejoice.

Summer Walker Candy

There once was a quiz master named Ewan,Whose questions were tougher than chewin’,In the pub, pints a-flowin’,His riddles kept goin’,Leaving us laughin’ and brewin’!

Oskar Quigley

Kinky E would get it ;)

lily honeywell

Solid pub quiz and Ewan is a decent host even if he has rubbish tattoos. Great place to drop loose game (cough cough Ronan)

Jack Davies

A Jolly Jaunt to Brookhouse: Where Laughter's on Tap ?From the moment you waddle into the quaint and quirky Brookhouse Pub in Liverpool, you'll realize you're in for a barrel of laughs and maybe a pint or two (responsibility is key, folks!). Nestled in the heart of Liverpool, this place has the magical ability to turn a dull day into a sitcom episode you wish you had recorded.First off, let's talk ambiance. If the walls of Brookhouse could talk, they'd probably sing Beatles tunes with a twist of Monty Python's humor. It's like stepping into your eccentric uncle's living room if your uncle had a penchant for vintage pub signs and an obsession with cheeky British memorabilia.Service? Oh, you'll be greeted with smiles wider than the Mersey River. The staff are so friendly and witty, you'll start wondering if "comedian" was a job requirement. Ordering a pint comes with a side of banter that's so refreshing, you might forget to actually drink your beer.Now, the real highlight: the humor. It’s not just in the atmosphere; it’s in everything. The menu, for one, is a masterpiece of puns. Ever tried the "Chicken Tikka Maslager"? It's like a gastronomic joke that actually tastes amazing – truly, a bewildering experience for the senses.And let's not forget the events. Their quiz nights are like no other, mainly because you're not sure if you're there to answer questions or laugh until you cry. The quizmaster is a legend in his own right, armed with jokes that could make even the sternest of patrons crack a smile.But perhaps the crown jewel of Brookhouse's comedic endeavors is the random appearances of locals who've unintentionally become part of the establishment's charm. From the guy who holds philosophical debates with his dog to the lady who seems to wear hats themed to whatever holiday is least relevant, it feels like a casting call for a comedy show where everyone's unwittingly auditioned.In conclusion, the Brookhouse Pub in Liverpool is more than just a place to grab a drink; it's a vortex of joy, laughter, and surprisingly good food that'll have you coming back for more. Whether you're there for the comedy gold dished out by the staff, the hilarious menu items, or the patrons who are characters in their own right, you're in for a treat. Just remember, while the beer might be fantastic, it's the laughter that truly intoxicates. Cheers to Brookhouse, the pub where the spirits are high and the laughs are plenty!

alicia grillo

I’m using this platform to apologise Manager Steve for taking free drinks from Ewan at The Brookehouse and letting him book me a holiday to Glasgow to go to the Willy Wonka Experience.

Kizzy Edwards

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Nigel Burgon

In Liverpool's lively hub, at the Brookehouse snug,Lives a lad named Steve, with a quirky mug.His birthday's a blast, so let's raise a cheer,But beware, the toilets, where urine's near!So here's to Steve, with his comedic flair,May your birthday be filled with laughter in the air.And though the toilets may not smell like a rose,Your charm and wit, Steve, truly outdo those!

Lucy

Food? Banging. Drinks? Smashing. Steve after birthday celebrations tonight? Hanging. Happy birthday Steve love your work king

Charlie Walder

Steve reminds me of a summers day where rain is far from sight and all you can see in your minds eye is his beautiful silhouette behind the bar. His birthday is my personal Ramadan, Lent, Christmas and New Year. He is a joy, a celebration and immaculate representation of a man. He smells of mint. Happy Birthday Steve, you complete me.

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