The Norfolk Arms, Sheffield.
Fuck me, this place. For my brother-in-law's stag do we went to Sheffield- which is known for it's pretty decent nightlife due to the number of students up there. I went there for a night out with the Rotherham office in a previous job and remember it being a cracking night. We stayed at a Travelodge and the nearest pub was the Norfolk Arms- which matches the description of the pub from Kaz's original post. A 'proper pub' in every sense of the word.
It stank of really cheap bleach that I haven't smelt since the 1980s- completely unfragranced 10p a bottle stuff that is no doubt designed to get you high enough to help the local muggers that keep the bar busy. You had the strangest collective of regulars in there too- most with their teeth missing. Probably from drinking the bleach on the floor. You'd find a good few people sleeping on the benches in there too.
You also had a 'meat man' standing outside most of the time. Some bloke with supermarket carrier bags full of various meats, trying to sell them off to anyone that entered the vicinity. Is this a thing anywhere else, a meat man?? You also had some bloke trying to sell tubs of Quality Street which he probably lifted from the nearest shop. It was proper grim. If you leaned on the bar, you needed somebody to detach you from the stickiness.
By the way, there seem to be a few establishments in Sheffield going by this name. It's this one. On Google, where you have Q&A for places, one of the questions is 'Why is it being boarded up'. I fucking wonder. The reviews are awash with 'proper pub, proper people' etc. The 'proper people' in question couldn't stop staring at some of the guys in our party, because they were black. When they did stop staring, they would ask if they had any ganja on them.