The Sun Hotel, Shipley

Classic, flat iron shaped, large pub, obviously an important venue in its Victorian heyday now sunk to a mediocre town centre pub. A smaller than expected triangular room with an L shaped counter, mostly done out in shades of grey woodwork, there’s a nice old marble fireplace. Seating is mainly banquettes at rectangular wooden tables although there’s some half height posing tables. Beerwise just a sad collection of the usual suspects.

The Sun Hotel is a large pub that is opposite the Sir Norman Rae Wetherspoons,ironically this pub was run by Wetherspoons until the Sir Norman Rae opened. Once inside the main bar room is on the left side,this room is L shaped and carpeted,the seating is comfy bench type and a few tall tables and chairs,there is another room up some steps to the right,i did not look into this room,there is also a pool table which is down some steps. There are no real ales on the bar,i had a drink of Theakston Best which was a pretty poor drink,the other keg bitter was John Smiths smooth crap. There were two TVs one showing sky sports football previews,the other horse racing previews. Quiet background music was playing. The pub was quite busy on my pre 11am visit. Pub visited 28/11/2015

The Sun Hotel page on the Wear Inns website - www.wearinns.co.uk

Impressive old inn in a prominent position, but looks deceive unfortunately... Refurbished split-level interior, with a pool room and a small seating area below. Main entrance and bar area up one storey. Loud disco late Friday evening, with some rather 'lively' customers making life a bit difficult for others. One disused handpump on the counter, but the barmaid saw where I was looking and helpfully pointed to the keg Theakston's Best (£2.20) which was probably the best beer on offer.

The Sun Hotel page on the Wear Inns website - www.wearinns.co.uk

Town centre pub situated in a prime position,with a few early morning local characters, and beer at a reasonable price.

A bit of a mixed experience with this place. Always have one or two real ales on and fair enough venue but can attract a certain type of punter who insists on coughing all over you or trying to nick your lunch.