Hooters

Head down to Water Street and you'll spot New Zealand House — home to Liverpool's Hooters, a proper sprawling sports bar that doesn't do subtle. You're walking into controlled chaos: screens everywhere pumping out live sport, a vibe that's equally suited to solo drinkers nursing a pint and groups of mates getting loud. The menu's unapologetically American — wings that actually have flavour, burgers that won't disappoint, and enough fried stuff to make you forget you came for the football. It's reliably buzzy, especially when there's a match on, and the kind of place where you can show up in your match day shirt without feeling out of place. Proper no-nonsense fun.