Before it became the pub we know today, the building was a busy brothel. That was in Georgian and Victorian times before the Three Graces were built on the Mersey, and the river straight past St Nick’s. If our walls could talk, you’d want to put your headphones in.

In the early days, the Pig was the go-to for dockers and sailors looking for a drink after long shifts by the river. The laughter and tall tales started back then and never stopped. Nowadays, there’s hardly any seamen left.

We’re not a blue pub, and we’re not a red pub (landlord Bobby is a Wycombe Wanderers fan). As an iconic Scouse boozer we want everyone to feel welcome at the Pig. That said, we’re only a 15 minute walk from Hill Dickinson Stadium, so it’s an ideal stop off for match day pints. Come drink in the footsteps of Brian Labone, who was such a popular regular that he kept an office upstairs!

When the Pig first started selling delicious libations, Mad King George III was on the throne and George Washington was President of the United States. That’s over 230 years of social lubrication!

Right across the way stand the grand India Buildings – a reminder that the Pig sits in the thick of Liverpool’s historic heart, where trade, tales and pints have always met. It now houses thousands of folks in the Civil Service, some of whom might occasionally enjoy one of our fine beverages.

Okay, we don’t have one. But there’s a laptop behind the bar that controls the music, so if it’s not too busy then we’re happy to take requests. No weird stuff though, keep it mainstream, John Peel.

We’re a pub in two postcodes – half city centre, half dockside. The journey from the bar to the ladies loos will take you across the boundary three times. Beat that ‘Spoons.

Besides karaoke, we’re always happy to host a cosy little gig. See W for The Whistle.

It’s where she used to drink.

The proper pen and paper pub quiz that any idiot can win. Three quizzes every Thursday starting from 7pm. You can join in any time, but you can only win once. If you’ve never heard the Cockney B##tard music round then you’ve never truly quizzed.

We’re big on proper pints – but we’ve also got a soft spot for the strange. If it’s a quiet day for sport, or if you ask nicely, we’ll pop on the Pig Racing. It’s like the Grand National, but a million times cuter.

The first known licensee at the Pig & Whistle. Tom was the victualler (see below) operating at 12 Covent Garden back in 1790.

The earliest reference we’ve found to the sale of booze at our address is from 1790, in both Gore’s and Lewis’s directory of that year. The property was operating as a licensed victualler, where folks would come to stock up on provisions before they set sail – including delicious grog.

We take the festivities seriously at the Pig. There’s no point having a cosy little quirky boozer if you’re not going to stuff it with baubles and fairy lights every year. The decorations start going up right after Halloween, but don’t worry, you won’t hear Mariah until well into December.