580 Broomfield Road, Glasgow. G21 3HN. Demolished.
Broomfield Tavern. 1991.
Note the Red Road Flats in the background now demolished.
The Broomfield Tavern. 1991.
Interior view of the Broomfield Tavern. 1970s.
Thanks to Scan for the images.
Another view of the seating area of the Broomfield Tavern.
Do you remember this old Pub? If so please leave a comment.
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Back in the late 60s I was an apprentice Lift Engineer working on the Red Road flats.
Just a kid really & not much of a boozer. But this pub is where the tradesmen on the project all drank. It was new then. From the recent demolished pics, it just looks the same.
It was in there during one lunchtime session that the news came on the TV that Bobby Kennedy had been shot.
Not in Glasgow but in a land far away. America.
One day while we were all skiving off. We were up stairs in the so called lounge bar watching a fitba match.
The lounge lights were off for the game. The place was jammed. At 1/2 time the lights came on & the fitted carpet from the new lounge was gone.
Craftily removed by a skillful crew with Stanley knives.
Unbelievable but true.
Them were the days.
I was 16 back in the 70s and drank in here until the day it closed . It was a great pub and got to make a lot of friends .
At the weekend you couldn’t get moving in it,it was so busy from the bar to the snug then the lounge and the function room upstairs called the skyline . It was 1 of them pubs you could buy anything in .
But it could also be a pub were you got plenty of fighting in it ,and on the other hand a very friendly place to enjoy a few 🍸
Was dropped off here after a Celtic game when I was 16, not being a local to the area I stood outside waiting on a lift home. A few boys came out the pub and asked for my shoes. I duely obliged, then was told to walk away in my socks. Won’t be back 1/5 stars.
Well i hit 50 this year and I’ve still to come across an other pub that could throw somebody out a pub like superman which was just out at the time lol they gave him a leg n a wing right out the doors, i wasn’t aloud to go to it by threat of my big brothers who said if they caught me in there they’d ring my neck , the good auld days
The Broomfield Tavern was run by a very close friend of my late father in the 1960’s the proprietors name was Geoff Pinder. If anyone is still around and remembers him please leave a comment. Thanks
I remember big Geoff. He was a very nice man. As a kid, my ma worked in the Broomfield, I would go there occasionally for my pie and beans lunch on my break from Barmulloch Primary. He had 2 big Alsatian guard dogs, the big male was call Curt, and we were buddies. I would share my pie with him in the cellar, and play fetch. Great memories
Hi Geoff and his wife Agnes were my Aunt and Uncle sadly geoff passed away very young to cancer and my aunt moved back to her hometown Aidrie and passed away in 2018
My mum worked here as a barmaid in the late 60,s early 70,s, Anna Buchanan. When I was a kid I went to Barmulloch Primary, and when my ma was on days, I would go round there for a pie and beans lunch. I had a wee job sorting out the empty bottles into crates. The manager was called Geoff Pinder, he would give me 50p for doing that. I remember some of my mas workmates, Ruby Reynolds, Lily McDowell, a lovely Welsh lady called Alison, and a lady called Joan. When my Ma passed away in 1991, the staff and customers very very kind to me.some happy memories of this bar.
I remember big Geoff. He was a very nice man. As a kid, my ma worked in the Broomfield, I would go there occasionally for my pie and beans lunch on my break from Barmulloch Primary. He had 2 big Alsatian guard dogs, the big male was call Curt, and we were buddies. I would share my pie with him in the cellar, and play fetch. Great memories
I slept there for 2 nights! We were a Celtic Supporters Club from Dundalk and we used to hang out there as we had friends in Barmulloch. It was a ‘mixed’ pub but big Pat and Co always made us very welcome. I think there was a chipper beside it that was handy too? This was in early 1990’s.
Anyway it was time to go home on a drunken bus trip to the Stranraer ferry. We all got on bus pissed kissing and hugging all our pals, tearful farewells, the odd ‘romance’. You know the story,
On we got on our bus. Anchor Tours. We drove off about 50 yards and wallop. The gearbox literally fell out of the bus into the road. Anchor Tours became Wanker Tours in 50 yards. A call back to the bus company (in Ireland) and they said they’d send a replacement which took two days. Two days of pints of ‘heavy’ and deep fried mars bars in the ‘Broomie’.
Great times. Great people.
O can’t tell interesting, fascinating stories like the people who commented before, I’m Italian and came across this site simply because I’m reading a book by Alan Parks, May God Forgive, which introduces this pub by writing “it could have been dangerous even for the locals, but for foreigners it certainly was” 🙂
Even the photos of the buildings on Red Road as a commieblocks enthusiast intrigued me a lot.
Hi Geoff and his wife Agnes were my Aunt and Uncle sadly geoff passed away very young to cancer and my aunt moved back to her hometown Aidrie and passed away in 2018
I played in the band in the Skyline Room for some years.As an ex hgv mechanic I was very strong and once armwrestled Geoff.He was unable to put my arm down in spite of being 6 foot tall and 21 stone so he threw me across the bench I sat on.A lovely guy and so sad he died young. I was at his funeral in Glenmavis.