Bricklayers, Leeds - pub details
Address: 8 Low Close Street, Leeds, West Yorkshire, LS2 9EG [map] [gmap]
Burley Park (1.1 miles), Leeds (1.4 miles), Headingley (1.7 miles)
Pub facilities/features:
- Wireless internet access (provided by The Cloud)
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other pubs nearby:
Packhorse, Woodhouse (0.1 miles), Eldon, Woodhouse (0.1 miles), Library, Woodhouse (0.1 miles), Chemic, Woodhouse (0.3 miles), Old Bar, Leeds University Union (0.3 miles) - see more nearby pubs
user reviews of Bricklayers, Leeds
please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
| great pub. very friendly. 'interesting' locals and student mix. can we have the old jukebox back please? mph - 17 Nov 2006 13:25 |
| mix of students and some dodgy locals. Good range of beers and cheap food. anonymous - 15 Jan 2006 16:36 |
| Was run by an ignorant git in the mid 1990s but under new management now. Pertwee - 1 Oct 2005 17:47 |
| 1 October 1973 was a chilly day and an even colder night, but the Brickies radiated warmth as we student freshmen picked our way towards it through a field of halfbricks from recently-demolished (and probably quite serviceable) terraced housing. The nice thing was that this was a local for locals (or at least for people who had been local until the bulldozers came and they had to move to high-rises in the suburbs). We students were a minority and would never have committed the faux pas of asking for a lager. In them days it were John Smith's mild at 17p and Magnet bitter at 19p, followed later by wrapped-up chop-suey roll and chips (23p) from the K W Kong takeaway on Woodsley Road. After some months' faithful attendance at the Brickies (with its rustic, outdoor, almost roofless gents and crackly 12" records on the gramophone), I went, out of curiosity, to seek out the saloon-bar. Instead I found a room of even greater austerity than the one I had been used to. We had been in the saloon all along. The dour Mr Jim and (only slightly less dour) Mrs Mabel Bingham were our hosts in those days, with big, cardigan-ed Len and the vivacious Vera also behind the bar. Ask Jim how he was and he would reply, straight-faced and unsmiling: "champion" and not a word more. The big treat was on Saturday-nights when a senior gentleman in mittens came to play the rather out-of-tune upright piano. Not only did the patrons enjoy his renditions from the old English singalong repertoire, but so did the fish on top of the piano, who whizzed excitedly around their tank as you or I might do if someone exploded a nuclear warhead under our sitting-room. pauldanon - 10 Aug 2005 16:39 |
| Buzzing student pub....was gonna call it `groovy` but I think thatwas too 2004! kierandinan - 1 Apr 2005 00:21 |
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