The nearest pub to my house is the Waggon and Horses. It’s a shit hole. It’s the karaoke capital of North Yorkshire and it’s the only place in York where you can guarantee to get headbutted over your Sunday lunch (I say lunch, I mean grey boiled meat and mashed sprouts). You never go there twice. It would appear that Beer In the Evening agree. If you’re ever in York, don’t go there. If you really need a drink in that part of York give me a ring – I’ve probably got something in the fridge!
On a side note, the Rough Guide to Great Britain lists “go to a pub” among it’s 31 things you must do when you’re here. Surely that’s stating the obvious?