By
Rob
It
was a Friday night and I was bored. I'd made no plans for the weekend
and so, regrettably, I was stuck at home. Despite paying for numerous
online streaming services, there was nothing to watch on television.
I was fairly certain that, at the age of 24, I was supposed to be
doing something with my weekend other than watching episodes of Peep
Show which I'd previously seen nineteen-thousand times.
I
was midway through quoting a familiar scene out loud (one of the many
benefits to living alone) when the phone rang.
It
was my long-suffering friend, Danny.
He had just completed his last day of employment at the Children's Hospital, and was going out with some colleagues as a leaving do. They were heading to a pub in town, near the hospital, which happened to be just down the road from my flat.
He had just completed his last day of employment at the Children's Hospital, and was going out with some colleagues as a leaving do. They were heading to a pub in town, near the hospital, which happened to be just down the road from my flat.
Did
I want to join them?
Naturally,
the first thing I did was check that it was absolutely OK for me to
come, as you don't want to gatecrash somebody else's night out.
I
did this while putting on my jeans, shirt, jacket, shoes, and –
immediately discarding any concerns about uninvited people tagging
along – texted Andy to see if he wanted to join.
Of
course he did!
In
fact, not only would we be meeting Danny at the pub, but we planned
to squeeze an additional two venues in beforehand.
Suddenly,
Friday night was looking up.
***
Like
The British Oak, which has been rightly lavished with praise in a previous
blog, The York is owned by True North. The two pubs are very similar,
as The York is also perfectly decorated with dark wood panelling,
coloured Victorian-style tiles, and an odd assortment of trinkets and
pictures dotted along its various walls.
The
beer selection is excellent, with the pub able to boast of numerous
different ales on tap. For those who prefer something a little
stronger, the selection of spirits on offer is even more extensive. I
have it on good authority that the gins are particularly good!
Acutely
aware of the self-imposed rule that whatever alcohol we consume has to come as a pint, we decided to stay away from the gin, for fear of
death by instant liver failure. We instead opted for two pints of
Crofton IPA. A relatively strong beer at 5.4%, it packed a real
punch, yet somehow still managed to carry a fruity taste with a light
finish.
Pints
in hand, we then experienced the one downside of being in The York on
a Friday night: the overabundance of other human beings. A
victim of its own success, weekends always see the place get really
busy. As such, it was unable to offer any seating or even much
standing room, while the cold and miserable weather left its normally
pleasant beer garden off limits to even the hardiest ale drinkers.
From
numerous previous visits, I can confidently attest to the fact that
the pub offers excellent food, as well as a fun quiz that runs most
weeks. Of the pubs in Broomhill, it undoubtedly offers the broadest
range of drinks and the best quality meals. As you might expect, it's
also probably the most expensive! For this reason, it's one of those
pubs that students are most likely to frequent when their parents
come to visit.
After
getting to the bottom of our IPAs – a difficulty when your arms are
pressed against your sides by the surrounding crowd – we fought our
way to the doors and heaved ourselves out onto the street. We walked
along the road in the cold night breeze, heading to the next venue...
...Until
we realised that we hadn't taken our empty glasses back to the bar.
Faced
with a choice between returning to the scrum or knowingly abandoning
a cornerstone of Pubquest etiquette, we valiantly strode back into
the foray and did our duty.
After
all, 'manners maketh man'.
Pub: The York (243-247 Fulwood Road, S10 3BA)
Rating:
8/10
Pint: Crofton IPA
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