Growing up in York, Rich remembers that the cops simply used to sit outside the local Yates because they knew that sooner or later a fight would break out. I don’t know if that ever happens at this location — we visited on a weekday afternoon for lunch when it was pretty mellow. The clientèle was somewhat varied, and it’s definitely in a convenient location for anyone heading to or from the station.
But if I had to describe the Boar Lane Yates’s in one word, it would be grim. Though it appears to have been recently redecorated, its seats, tables, floors, cushions — pretty much everything — are covered with one kind of grime or another. Even the drinks menu on our table had a big dirty footprint on it. The place is full of tacky chandeliers and a giant disco ball, and even two poles to dance around should the mood strike you. The good news is it’s very large, with a full upstairs and plenty of seating. The bad news is that means just more sticky surfaces.
The beverage selection is equally depressing: trashy alcopops, cheap mass-produced lagers, and cocktails covering the entire colour wheel (blue and purple being favourites). They do offer two cask ales (Leeds Pale and Wells Bombardier), which are the only saving graces, as we found nothing in the refrigerators to tempt us. And while they do serve reasonably priced food and breakfast, the quality is far from remarkable; definitely a get-what-you-pay-for situation.
So if you’re looking for a place that prides itself on the number of different Red Bull varieties it has behind the bar, definitely duck in. Otherwise, you probably want to move up the hill of New Station Street for something more promising.