Three Legs, Leedsback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
This is the kind if pub that you may walk past in Leeds city centre and you walk past and are a bit startled as it seems a bit random when compared to other bars and pubs in the centre of Leeds. The pub itself is quite a big room with a J shaped bar and a few seating areas. Around the pub itself included a few Irish themed things, including a Guinness themed mirror. But this isn't an Irish pub by any means. On the bar there was no ales so I went for a pint of John Smiths at 2.20. I certainly got an interesting experience when I was in here, the barmaid was drunk, and not in a tipsy way, she was properly slurring her words and had to ask me again what I wanted, she even asked a regular to stop the pump to let the beer settle, quite interesting indeed. The actually clientele seemed quite tame, mostly older people and small groups of people enjoying a drink and keeping to themselves. Seemed to be a few worse for wear patrons, with a couple lads chanting 'Marching on Together' (when it came on the tannoy). Certainly not an intimidating place, could be worth a pop in to have a well priced drink and to have an interesting experience like I had.
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Loved this pub 30 years ago. Still do. Life in 3-D and surround sound.
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town centre pub alkys in afternoon rough at night shameless but beer ok buy just about anything in here
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One to avoid!!
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Wow! An experience. I've often walked past the place thinking it looked a bit of a dive, and I ended up in here on Saturday night last because it was one of the few places showing the rugby and the football. I wanted to watch the fooball, but most places were just showing the crucial Wales v Ireland Six Nations game. I had also seen the place mentioned in a book you may be able to find called the Rough Pub Guide which is guide to pubs that are rough, rather than a guide that is rough to pubs. This hadn't enticed me to try this particular hostelry, it has to be said, though needs must when the Devil puts football on Setanta at the same time as important rugby fixtures
Rough is one description for it, though Idid find it actually quite friendly. I spoke to more strangers here than I have at probably any other pub ever. Admittedly, most of them I couldn't understand a word of (mainly due to the long and short-term effects of alcohol), but it is not short of characters (note that's plural, not singular. The pub itself is quite characterless). There were the middle-aged women in short skirts with corned beef legs, the elderly gentleman type in a porkpie hat, the sallow, wrinkled and seemingly moribund regular drinkers, there was the person who tried to get in but was barred. Not forgetting the intermittent waft of cannabis through the window. Oh, and there was the chap who said he had not been to Leeds for five years and seemed altogether too happy to be in the pub, as if he had not had the opportunity to go in a pub or indeed any public place for a stretch of a few years. We even had an impromptu sing-song of Neil Diamond and Gene Pitney songs.
The Guinness was passable, and the only thing I'd touch, not being a fan of gassy lager or smoothflow bitter. This is defintely a beer drinkers' rather than a beer lovers' pub. It's not a place I'm likely to go back to
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After reading the comments about this pub I just had to satisfy my curiosity and visit it. Wow, what an eye opener.
I sat there and was entertained with a constant stream of all kinds of people from all sorts of life. I was totally left alone ( probably because I'm 6'4") and big too! The beer was fine and quite cheap. 10/10 for entertainment value. Real spit & sawdust place.Worth a visit to see the people that gather there.
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Full of vile retarded and deranged clientele, the place smells of wee. truly a horrible pub atmosphere, 3/10
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dodgy old codgers all spending their pittance
toothless old grannies in holy old mittens
bruisers with troosers all tied up with string
these are a few of my favourite things
radgies and cadgers with hooks and eye patches
rain falling in on their heads and mustashes
pebbledashed lavatories filled to the brim
these are some more of my favourite things
when my heart breaks
when the world ends
when my life is sad
I just have to think of my favourite pub
and life doesent seem too bad.
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Oh dear. The worst pub in Leeds it may well be. Always busy with the kind of people who communicate by shouting obsenities. From old soaks to girls weaing dirty tracksuits manouvering pushchairs with fags in their gobs. I'm sure the management would cash giro's here if he could to save his customer time they've got oodles of. Unless you like your pubs with a sprinkle of blood,sweat and knock off gear then avoid like you would the crazy person on the bus.... 'Cos he'll be in the three legs smelling of old wet dog.
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In my opinion this is one of the worst pubs in Leeds. If you want to go to a rough pub with loud RnB blasting out of crap speakers and be served substandard beer or alchopops.. this is the place to do it.
anonymous - 27 Jan 2007 14:01 |
down to earth true brit boozer come on i worked there i know man
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