Shakespeare, Scarboroughback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
Permanently closed.
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on my visit the real ale had been disconnected. no atmosphere at all in pub. a real shame it looked good from the outside. be a while before i visit here again.
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New landlord and full refurbishment.Great selection of guest real ales.Superb friendly atmosphere .Toilets are the most impressive i have ever seen in a pub with auto flush cisterns,Automatic bum wiper, automatic taps and soap dispensers, piped music and MTV.Free condom machine a selection of magazines including Beano and Dandy.
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called in again last week as it has once again got new people behind the bar. Asked for a pint of diesel (snakebite with a splash of Blackcurrant) and was refused it and told that its against the law to sell it!! Absolute Garbage. You would think that pubs nowadays would be happy with custom. Will never go back in here again!!!
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Once pubs like this are gone forever we'll all be buying our beer at Tesco Express. In the meantime It's clinging on as a community local and needs local support.
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An absolute SHITHOLE!!!!!!!!
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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.
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This pub seems to have the monopoly on evostik sales judging by the way our feet stuck to the carpet wherever we stood. We were too scared to attempt to sit wondering what infection we might contract from the seating.
Even filthier than the Golden Last, and not as welcoming
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Not closed- very defintely open for business, although the leasehold is up for sale. Would have gone in during a recent visit to the area but was driven away by the sound of some very noisy karaoke.
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