The Dick Turpin Inn, York

An estate pub on one of those estates with roads snaking about everywhere making it a long walk from anywhere to anywhere; they’re named after places in the Lake District, fortunately a number 12A bus stops outside at Woodthorpe shops. Probably a nineteen sixties build it has little period charm. Two bars inside, a lounge straight ahead and a public to the right on entering. I chose the public of course, not inverse snobbery at work but the lounge was empty and the bantering locals were friendly. Usual screens and machines plus darts and a pool table, laminate floor, white walls and grey plague lower walls and counter front. Two T-bars, with a Corona solo, a Guinness and a pull at each end, one with an OK Landlord the other blank, both bars have the same choice.