The Piccadilly, York

One main room with the bar to the rear. Three hand pumps including Owd Roger which I, of course, hd. Also had Leffe on tap. Worth a revisit.

Yet another cafe selling beer, you don’t need to buy food but who wants to drink in some old caf’? Three pulls on the counter mind, although the two beers being sold were some dreadful Marstons pants, 61 Deep and Hobgoblin Gold, pretty poor condition too. A slightly better keg choice from 10 on an horseshoe but only just. Heavy iron and thick wood forms and tables, leather clad bench seating to one side and a sofa and some tall stools provide the furnishing. The decor is pictures of York landmarks attacked by aliens or in one case a large rubber duck, ffs. Bogs in cellar although the gents is trying to hide.