Near the bottom of Yeadon high street lies this traditional little drinking hole, which has the feel of a real ‘local’ about it. When I went in, it had a few old gents in one corner, and a gaggle of builders in another corner, and it seemed as if everyone knew everyone else. It had a definite atmosphere of hearty Yorkshireness about it, from the massive plates of food to the well poured pints of stout, all of which is offered up at expectedly small prices. I didn’t have food or ale, however, I had a coke, and then I left, because I felt like an outsider — I’m sure it’s great if you live in Yeadon. But I don’t.