An early autumn afternoon's walk around the wonderful city of York, taking in a few classic pubs along the way....
The sun was shining as I caught the train from Brighouse. Just over an hour later, after a quick change in Leeds, I was stepping off the train in York. I heard a muffled "Hello Chris" from behind me, and the masked figure was one of the girls who works at The Grayston in Halifax, who was off to see her friend who had just started at the university. And then, a few minutes later when I went into the York Tap, a guy came over to have a natter with me who I know from the Stalybridge Buffet Bar. Small world! I ordered a pint of Jarl from what appeared to be a depleted range of cask ales, but sadly it was simply not up to scratch. It barely scraped an NBSS rating of 2.5, certainly not a worthy representation of one of the country's finest cask ales. And despite the beautiful surroundings, with only a few customers scattered around, the York Tap was on this occasion a rather soulless place.
I wandered towards the city centre, having a short stop on a park bench to consume a pork pie which I had brought from home. I walked over the River Ouse across the Lendal Bridge and took in the view of York Minster, the sight of which never fails to impress...
|Not a Wetherspoons conversion|
Then it was back over the river, and a quick half at the Maltings, which is set slightly below the main road as it climbs up to the bridge. Probably because of its proximity to the station, the Maltings is always pretty busy and today was no exception, the air thick with West Riding accents. Once I had been shown to one of the few empty tables to be had, I ordered a half of Yorkshire Sparkle from Treboom, who are based in the nearby North Yorkshire village of Shipston-by-Beningbrough, and whose beers I have only ever come across here. The beer was pleasant enough, if a bit thin, and was another NBSS 2.5, but the pub is a decent place to pop in to if time permits on your way to or from the station.
|Hard to miss: The Maltings|
|Gallery from The Ackhorne|
|The Swan, Bishopgate Street, York|
|The Blue Bell: another classic York pub|
|Simon is drinking a Farmer's Blonde|