Thursday, October 27, 2011

#52. The Maltings, Tanner's Moat, York

The Maltings is a treat: an ancient pub with doors on the ceiling, toilets on the floor, abandoned train tickets lodged in the walls, and more charm than you can shake a stick at.

I was the only one drinking, as my kids are lame. However, Svea did steal a half-pint glass from the neighbouring table. I drank a satisfying Black Sheep Bitter, then we left on the train back to Edinburgh. Until next time, York.

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