There’s no denying that Spencer’s exists to support the United crowds on match day. If you were in any doubt, the stick-on etchings of the LUFC badge in every window should confirm it. Prejudiced as we are against sports pubs, we went in with very low expectations.
Inside is an interesting gestalt atmosphere, like someone has thrown a load of pubs together into room and seen what sticks. The bar is a round Victorian effort, but the decoration is bland-generic-pub with tables and chairs retrieved from everywhere, including some cast-iron garden furniture. There are 3 televisions (showing sports and news), a generic pub arcade game and one of those internet-enabled jukeboxes I love so much.
The staff are friendly and the place is pretty quiet when there’s no match in sight, although I’m sure it would be horrendous on match day. The beer selection is what you’d expect: euro-lagers, John’s and Tetley’s on keg. Surprisingly, there are bottles of Tiger in the fridge, so it’s not the worst possible. Prices are also pretty good.
Sounds OK? Well, as long as you stay away from the toilets. I am not exaggerating when I say these toilets are the worst pub toilets I have ever seen in my life. I won’t go into much detail except to say this: the toilet brush pictured here (warning: grim) is more mush than brush.
Spencer’s was not as bad as we thought it was going to be, but the beer was dreadful and the toilets were worse. One to avoid.