THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT

February 2025. York.

We said we’d get away straight after the funeral; Mrs RM hoped for Moldova, I wanted Maidenhead.

It never happened, what with trips to banks and father-in-laws and such. But Sunday brought news of £33 Travelodges in big cities, and with its most famous resident 250 miles away in Neath,

there would never be a better time for a night in York.

York has long given up on new GBG entries, it’s the Walsall of the North, but I hear it has Harry Potter themed falafel pubs or something, and folk like reading about popular cities*.

Mrs RM asked ChatGPT to write a blogpost for her on a York itinerary, and then she did that itinerary. Isn’t that the wrong way round.

We’d walked 10 minutes from a manic station towards the Fishergate Tower when I said;

“Shall we start your blog with an historic post ?”.

Like many of the classics I’ve been revisiting recently, it’s at least 20 years since I “ticked” the Golden Ball, the John Smiths heritage pub of yore.

It’s bang on 2pm, the students aren’t up yet, and the trade in this multi-roomed gem is as quiet as it gets all week,

Which means we can take our blog photos, anyway.

Mrs RM has a busy day ahead, so I ask if she wants a half as she heads (the wrong way, they’re outside) to the loo.

A half ! What’s that ?” she shouts.

York’s recent new GBG entries have tended to the crafty shop conversion model. Meanwhile, the Golden Ball kicks out the John’s, adds lots of art and sells you a blondie with a Jammy Dodger on top.

Blondies are the big cake trend post-Covid. If you need to know how many calories, you can’t afford to eat it.

The Bad Kitty and Lost in Ikea are both tasty and chewy (NBSS 3+), though perhaps lacking that last bit of crispness.

A proper Retired Martin nu-folk soundtrack, too

and a feel far from the John Smiths stronghold I (vaguely) remember from all those years ago.

One room has local art like this set from Richard Gardham,

but the whole pub was a work of art.

“Shall we stay for another ?” asks Mrs RM, reading my mind.

No, ChatGPT says you must now walk the walls for 0.45 miles“. And ChatGPT must be obeyed.

*This isn’t actually true. Folk want to read about keg pubs in Mansfield.

20 thoughts on “THE GOLDEN BALL, YORK. BAD KITTY, SHY CAT

  1. The GB is my actual local albeit not the pub I frequent most. I love it, particularly when I have visitors and it’s busy in evenings but have always found beer to have a very firm ceiling of NBSS 3.

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  2. York is one of my favorite pub towns. And not just because of the possible celebrity sightings. Odd to me that two heavily touristed towns, Bath and York, are such great pub towns too.

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      1. Yes indeed.
        Two nights in York and five in Bath over the past five years have been my time and money well spent.
        I’ve never liked Stratford though, no better now really that when it was overwhelmingly Whitbread pubs fifty years ago. Recent visits have been with my wife and daughter and then just to a Fullers “northern” ( yes, of course it’s Midlands ) outpost to check if the Pride’s drinking well.

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    1. We popped over to Bath one day last week, during our annual holiday in Bristol

      We visited the following pubs which are all very different from each other:

      Bridge Inn, Passage Street, Bristol

      Crown Tavern, Lawford’s Gate, Bristol

      Swan with Two Necks, Little Ann Street, Bristol

      Volunteer Tavern, New Street, Bristol

      Strawberry Thief, Broad Street, Bristol

      Star Inn, Vineyards, Bath

      Bell Inn, Walcot Street, Bath

      Kings Head, Victoria Street, Bristol

      Albion, Boyce’s Avenue, Clifton, Bristol

      Portcullis, Wellington Terrace, Clifton, Bristol

      Lost and Grounded Taproom, Whitby Road, Brislington, Bristol

      Orchard Inn, Hanover Place, Bristol

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      1. Having lived in Bristol for most of my life, I know pretty much all of those apart from the Taproom. I’ve heard that the Crown has been done up. Every time I went there, it was a 1970s theme park, full of Old Boys on the Bass, lino on the floor, red Formica on the tables, the whole bit. It was great.

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      2. The rumour was right then. Bet you can’t get a pint of Bass for £1.50 anymore like you could just a few years ago. I’m assuming tax wasn’t an issue. Some of the Old Boys from my local used to make special trips across the city just for the cheap Bass.

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    1. The Shetland Islands is acceptable, just not the Shetlands. We do get a bit pissy about this up here. Not at lot else to do I suppose.

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