I nearly forgot to write about this one. And it’s a corker. Even better, you get to walk past the only Northern place my Mum can name on the way.
It’s a mixed area, similar in feel to Cambridge’s Mill Road “over the bridge“, but with one of those craft bars that sell murky Cappuccino IPAs.
Oh, actually that’s a McDonalds espresso. I should label these photos sooner.
Across the road the Cardigan looks every inch the Tetley heritage pub it is.
Golly it’s gorgeous. And not just for fans of brewery mirrors (pick me ! pick me !)
The very fact I haven’t been here before tells me how good the beer was before Kirkstall took it on, though you’re met with guest beers as you walk in to a bar that will remind Simon of the Fox in York.
The Kirkstall cask was round the corner alongside the Evil Keg.
“What would you recommend ?” I asked, in complete innocence.
A polite and sensible barman would recommend the Three Swords, and he did.
It was a cool and tasty (NBSS 3.5) half, but I’ll probably drag Mr Coldwell out there later for a proper review.
I would have had one of their “famous” sausage rolls, but the barman told me they were so large I’d have to wait 20 minutes. That’s enough time for 3 pints in some circles. I sense that’s a good thing.
But my tummy wouldn’t wait 20 minutes so I popped next door to Poco Sicilian Deli, which is just sensationally calorific.
I munched my hot and mucky ham and pea arancini by the dustbins behind the pub. I know how to live.