Here’s a little insider tip: ask the bartender about the hidden whisky lounge downstairs. It’s not exactly a “speakeasy,” but it feels like one, with leather chairs and a quiet atmosphere perfect for a nightcap. You might even spot a framed photo of Dixie himself looking smug, as if to say, “I scored 60 goals in a season. What’ve you done today?”
Take a selfie with him, because you’ll never have a better opportunity to pretend you’re best mates with a legend. Just don’t spill your whisky on his display case, or you’ll be running laps around the docks as penance.
And the price? For a city-center hotel with this much personality, it’s surprisingly affordable. You’ll save enough cash to buy a foam finger or a Liverpool scarf to take home. Or, you know, a second pint of ale. No judgment here.
