Awh Bless, I think James hit this Yates in the throws of a Friday night, probably around 11ish when all the colleges converge for a right royal flesh fest! And then, it's all the things he says it is, in addition to groping hands and a faint whiff of vomit you can't quite locate, also, and i did witness this, a group of lads hanging around the staircase and whooping with merriment everytime a group of belt-skirt girls went up and down said stairs to use the facilities. By night it's a vile feeding ground for young sexually charged groups of people to get gross.
HOWEVER, we can't just write it off completely, by day I've had a fair few mediocre bog standard pub lunches on a budget with friends in here, it is after all a Yate's chain and you can feel safe in dining at a certain standard. All the rowdy hath gone to recover in their beds and you can hear yourself speak to one another in a civil manner.
This Yate's is pretty bloody huge too, and if you time it right, you can get in for a good glass of wine and atmosphere before the school bell rings. It's alright, depends when you go and when you leave. read more