The Three Mariners, Lancaster

Reputedly the oldest pub in Lancaster, it sort of looks the part with flagstones, beams and stuff and there are tales of ghosts and hidden passages. It's tucked away under the castle hill set back from the road. There are two rooms in similar oldish but modernised style and a dining room at one end. Six hand pumps but I only remember the lovely Titanic Cappuccino

We visited the Pub in June '14. We were on holiday from Canada and I was showing my wife my old haunts in Lancaster. She had never been to the City. The pub was basically as I remembered it and retains its old world looks. The real ale was good after many years of lager type beers. We did, however, have one peculiar incident. We were sat near the open end of the bar and my wife wanted a snack. I pointed out the rack of crisps at the end of the bar and mentioned that they even had Doritos. She said that she didn't want American crap so I pointed out the English crisps to her. At that moment, a packet [her favourite kind] stretched from one corner to another, came out of the rack, and seemed to be flung to the ground. It definitely did not fall normally. My wife looked at me and said, "did you see what happened". My wife decided she wasn't hungry. It was only later we found out that the pub is supposed to be haunted!!!

A fine looking pub from the road with coloured lamps in each window. The interior was interesting with the exposed low beams and a good choice of beers. The downside for us was the awful repetitive piped music, from a band I couldn't name, which was whining and would send anyone mad. Next was the chap behind the bar dressed in his kitchen attire, who wiped his nose along his forearm. We tried the Hawkshead Pale, then legged it.