The bar is always swimming in beer ensuring wet shirt sleeves. The staff no absolutely nothing about sparklers and their relation to English beer. The tenant is never in the place at night, oh! except Mondays so the staff have six nights to say "if you don't like it leave", and the doormen on Fridays are just waiting to show how hard they are. Perhaps when Mitchel and Butler have moved out, we may get the place back on it's feet as one of the greatest pubs in the city of Leeds. p.s. And the toilets stink!