Croydon Park Hotel

The CP is local’s land. And don’t you forget it.
On the couple of time I’ve had to venture to the Croydon Park, I’ve felt lucky to have an accompanying local. Like in any unfamiliar territory, having a native tour-​guide is a comfort and a relief, and will often keep you out of danger.
If I were flying solo, I wouldn’t feel terribly comfortable coming here on any given night of the week. Weekends are worse still, as the pub fills with more and more raucous and rowdy locals and pool table turf is hotly contested in masculine turf battles.
A couple of good points? The refurbishments here are quite nice and parking is ample (for quick getaways if the locals turn on you). Also, it’s a stonesthrow from Maccas — an equally positive and negative point.
My recommendation would be to perhaps head in to Maccas to meet a local first. Befriend him, buy him a burger, then head over to check out CP. Or, if you’re brave, head in here alone. But don’t be surprised when every pair of eyes follows you around the pub. Surely they’ve got to get bored of it after 5, 10, 40 minutes? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. Either way, you’ve been warned.