The Flying Coach, Stockport

Modernised to within an inch of its life, this is almost no longer a pub. The "Tap Room" has a bench tabe and another small table in the corner with no sign of any traditional tap room games. There was a "do" of some kind on in the pub and it was full of orange women, so I couldn't really get a look around. 6 handpumps on the bar but only 3 beers doubled up. The Dizzy Blonde I had in here was the best pint of Robbies I'd had all day, what a shame it's not really a pub anymore.