There’s no doubting that the Euros is the star of the show this summer, but we’re serious about sport so it doesn’t stop there.
Get ready to join us and feel the heat of the rest of the biggest summer sport this July & August:
🚴 The Tour de France (29th June – 21st July)
🎾 Wimbledon (1st – 14th July)
🏎️ British Grand Prix (7th July)
🏌️ The Open Championship (18th – 21st July)
🏅 Paris Olympics (26th July – 11th August)
Told you we’re serious about sport!
Rosie’s Bar is a much-loved, iconic pub in Newcastle. Steepled in character and history, famous for its moving heads and closeness to St James’ Park stadium, it has become an integral part of the town.
And now Rosie’s has had a complete make over! Whilst keeping the traditional décor, we have given the ground floor a newer, cleaner look with a more open plan feel. Sporting events are still very much on the agenda, with all areas having a great view of our large screens showing all of the sport from Sky Sports, BT and the Racing Channel.
Our bar is fully stocked with the best selection of your favourite drinks! From world lagers to spirits, wines to cocktails and every tipple in-between.
Join us for a fleeting cocktail with a friend, a quiet pint at the bar, or celebrate the big occasion and start your weekend with high spirits. No matter what you fancy, we’ll have something to tickle your tastebuds every time.
Rosie O’Shea was born in the village of Ballyogan, Ireland, on February 8, 1851.
Rosie’s dad Patrick was in poor health, so he sent her off to England with her aunt, uncle and cousin Bert to find a better life. They set up home on Newcastle’s Quayside where bare-knuckle fighter Bertie was taken under the wing of a local character known as a Mr Alexander.
Mr Alexander also took a shining to Rosie and they opened a tavern where Rosie’s on Stowell Street still stands. Rosie began to earn a great reputation, not only from her nightly singing performances, but from selling much more than ale!
In 1874 Alexander was attacked and stabbed to death for his bag of coins and watch. Rosie went into deep depression and one morning a lodger at the tavern went to see if Rosie was OK, but she had fled. Five years later an Irish immigrant, who had left Newcastle, arrived at the Ellis Island immigration arrival hall in New York when he heard a familiar voice singing an Irish song.
There was Rosie O’Shea – standing on a wooden trunk singing her heart out to the Irish masses. But he was knocked over in the crush and by the time he had recovered Rosie had gone. To this day nobody knows what happened to Rosie O’Shea but her legacy lives on in the Newcastle tavern bearing her name.
