Shakespeare Inn, Scarborough

Yes if you want a fight you will get one in here two young kids were fighting about 4 years old and they were betting on them they all thaught it was great and a good laugh.One girl was telling everyone about her night with a guy or guys she did not remember who they were but they paid for her drink all night

dropped in while in the area.no real ale on

Went there with my Sister whilst on holiday. It was packed on Friday night with loads of drunken customers. One particular drunken man tried to make move on my Sister and ignored me completely! Sister had to make excuse quickly and told drunken man that Iam her boyfriend! Luckily he backed off and we escaped into streets of Scarborough..

This establishment is so bad, it will go down in folklore. Upon entry, we attempted to drum up a little conversation with the barmaid regarding beer in Scarborough. Indeed, she was a happy enough lady, but alas, although she herself drank MILD, she could only offer Carlin' or Worthington! I pulled a face and asked for cider, as a hint. We sat and after the dust dissipated, some resettling on my knees, the calm was shattered by the arrival of a semi-drunk chap, so loud he could have been town crier for Filey. After a few minuites, his harping tones left the landlord with little alternative, but to tell him in Anglo-Saxon where to go and vault over the bar like a Russian gymnast. After squaring-up, in a way that a 70s boxer would have been proud, the town crier was bundled out to cries of 'ya baaaaaaard' from the landlady and her assembled 'guests', 'which is ironic as its the shakespeare. All i awaited was a juggling chimp, followed by a chorus of 'that old gray mare, she aint what she used to be' from the regulars, as the hat was passed around, for donations, to make my night. I would have contributed, had it not been spent on Carlin' We returned the glasses to the bar, and received a wistful look from the barmaid that screamed an apology. Would have to go again, if just for nostalgia. But no, best left, unless you are a juggling chimp in search of work.