1 /5
Bewertung
★
... in the worst sense. Nothing could be too little trouble and we were greeted as if we 'd just crawled in from under a rock somewhere. No 'hello ', just a barmaid facing away telling someone else to serve the two of us beofre she disappeared. A scruffy curmudgeon reluctantly shuffled up behind the bar and silently deigned to pull us two pints. How an orange-chocolate stout and a golden session ale manage to taste the same, I haven 't a clue, but they did. The predominant flavour was 'water '. This was a Friday lunchtime and four other people were in the otherwise empty bar. Can we order some food? I asked. Oh, came a wary, grunted response, the barman really not wanting to have anything to do with my wife and I, Oh... It 'll take a while. We 've got four lunches to do . 'How long is a while then? I asked. Oh... twenty minutes, maybe more.... For a panini? He didn 't even know what we wanted. This place is the encapsulation of everything that 's wrong with Yorkshire* hospitality. Avoid like the plague. *I 'm York born and bred and live here...