The little precinct that the Imperial is on is a filthy hell hole with American fighting dogs attached to idiots drinking radio-active energy drinks. I saw a bloke leave the little supermarket where he works opposite, neck 3 pints in the Imperial, call in the bookies, go back to work, all in 30...
I’ve been meeting a few mates in the waterside every Monday night for 16 years. I’ve seen it peak and trough (mostly trough) in that time, and have to agree with your view currently. Rubbish pub.