Bars in Clifton Moor

“The landlord has the most extraordinary pair of jeans. Bright blue with gold stars sewn on and a silver stripe down the side. He always makes sure he’s working on a Friday night so he can show all of the ladies and gentleman. People sing about him in a song they call “Pantalon John”, and slap his perky arse. If the pub makes £1500 on a Friday night, Pantalon John will drive his Range Rover with as many of his adoring public packed in as possible, with a trailer full on the back to boot, to a lovely spot on the Tanner Row in York called “Flares”. First shots on him but you must buy him one back. He loves a chance to show off his trousers in York, once Englands capital, but I digress.
This night is Pantalon Johns and no one can stop him. After Flares shuts he likes to get one of the battered sausages from Millers chip shop he keeps in the glove compartment to snack on while he drops his fans off at there homes (yes he’s had a couple of drinks, no we don’t care wokey). But there’s always a last passenger. And that special person gets their own battered sausage, and they just sit and hold each other at the Haxby and Wiggington Cemetary for hours. The sausage is gone, but the sweet kisses linger on the lip. I wonder who’s go it’ll be next week, if the right money come in?
All the best!”

“Very cheap ales very friendly welcome large car park at the back with outdoor seating”

“Came in for some lunch. Very good value for money. Manger is very welcoming. Sky the pub puppy absolutely adorable! Will be back!”