Posts in category Restaurant Reviews

When Claire Smith and her husband booked in The White Swan Inn in Pickering, North Yorks on New Year’s Eve, she was so impressed she had to spread the word.

Chris Blackburn was looking for a place to go and a place to recommend. He’s just found it at 1885 The Pub in Stainland, West Yorkshire. Read his review.

Brooklands Restaurant is still going after more than 40 years and is still serving up its famous dish – the Barnsley Chop. Read our verdict of the eatery.

Free flowing countryside, easy access to Leeds and Bradford and a stone’s throw away from the original set of Yorkshire’s most famous soap. Where are we? An idyllic manor house, which resides a Marriot Hotel, named Hollins Hall of course!

At Moo Bradford Jonathan’s passion is flavor, rib’s are smoked for hour after hour before being BBQ’d and drenched in his own bourbon infused sauce, his burgers are of course hand made with an incredible amount of care and attention.

Nestled in the centre of the Granary Wharf area of Leeds, which incidentally has changed significantly (for the better) since I worked in the area some 15 years ago, is an establishment which get’s booked up week’s bordering on months in advance.

Vinny & Vito – Village Hotel, North Leeds – Finding a tasty bite to eat that won’t break the bank can be tricky these days. In my experience, restaurants often tend to come in two categories: cheap and nasty or expensive and superb. Treating yourself to a meal can be a veritable minefield.

Beef dripping and whale bones may not seem very PC or forward-thinking for 2013, but they provide one huge trawler-load of charm in Whitby. Often called the sparkling jewel in North Yorkshire’s crown.

The Street Food Phenomena – As much as I love a night at the football, it generally always leads to a real food disaster; not because there’s a lack of choice, far from it, the streets are littered with catering van after catering van – selling mainly what my brother refers to as ‘Rat Burgers’.

I don’t think of myself as a food snob, however I cannot help but be conscious of mass-produced food that sits for hours under heat lamps. This goes back to my chicken-on-a-stick in Dublin. I’m scarred for life, but I’ll spare you the details.