West Riding

Walk into the West Riding and you're stepping into the kind of pub that doesn't need to try too hard. High ceilings, original tilework, and the sort of dark wood you don't see much anymore—this is a proper Victorian boozer that's been doing its thing since the 1800s. You'll find yourself nursing a pint of something interesting from their rotating cask selection, watching the after-work crowd pile in from the offices nearby. The food's straightforward but done right: pies, proper Sunday roasts, the kind of stuff that makes sense with a beer in hand. It's exactly what Wellington Street needed.