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This was our regular haunt in the late 60s . Never knew any of that history , though I do remember the boat shaped bar .

http://www.nottinghampost.com/Brothels-boats-History-Mapperley-pub-uncovered/story-24104942-detail/story.html

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I went in there with the family a few weeks ago.

Food was good, what bit you got, service was good but the ale was crap.

I won't be rushing back there.

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We used to nickname the landlord in the 60s/70s Nasser ! He reminded us of the Egyptian president of the time . Forgotten his real name .

He did have a good way with the regulars though and always gave the ladies small presents , such as hankies or chocs at Christmas . My wifes grandma and her aunts were regulars there .

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I'll bet it wasn't the only pub in Nottingham that provided extra services in the war.

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Re # 5, ............ David, that landlord wasn't there when I frequented the Punch Bowl during the 70's. The landlord I remember was Stan Culley, a rotund grey-haired character, a good landlord I seem to remember. There was a big spending clientele in those days, without mentioning any names they were all well known Nottingham businessmen of the era, a lot of alcohol was consumed.

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Think a lot from the nearby car auctions used to use it too Lizzie . The name Stan seems to ring a bell and he was a big chap !

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Going back pre-60s, the place occupied a much smaller area. Today the car park extends to Kenrick Road on the northern side, but back then there were several houses which have now disappeared.

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I frequented the Punchbowl in the 70s usually on a Saturday lunchtime when there was a meeting up of several members of several local jazz bands. They didn't play or anything, it was just a friendly get together.

 

The thing that sticks in my mind particularly is that they did very good toasted sandwiches. One day I was quietly having a roast beef toastie when a woman sitting at the next table leaned over to me and said 'You don't want that do you' and proceeded to remove the filling from my sandwich and feed it to her dog sitting on her knee. I was speechless but I got my own back - I had smothered the beef with horseradish. In case you don't know, dogs don't generally like horseradish so, after a few seconds, said woman was covered in dogs vomit. Whoever was working behind the bar found the whole thing hilarious and I was given a free sandwich to make up for my loss and for providing a good laugh to all the punters.

 

I have often thought back to that occasion and wondered why the canine instinct of sniffing before eating didn't come into action.

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