Yates's, Manchester - pub details
Address: 49 Portland Street, Manchester, M1 6ED [map] [gmap]
Tel: 0871 917 0007 (ref 8697)
Manchester Oxford Road (0.2 miles), Deansgate (0.5 miles), Manchester Piccadilly (0.5 miles)
Pub facilities/features:
- Wireless internet access (provided by The Cloud)
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> Current user rating: 3.4/10 (rated by 11 users)
> Local guide: Manchester pub guide
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Fab Cafe, Manchester (0.0 miles), Billie Rox, Manchester (0.0 miles), Varsity, Manchester (0.1 miles), Circus Tavern, Manchester (0.1 miles), Old Monkey, Manchester (0.1 miles) - see more nearby pubs
user reviews of Yates's, Manchester
please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
| I'm sorry, but this particular version of Yates' is my vision of Hell. I totally agree with the above comments, from the door staff to the floorboards. I cannot comment on the beer, as it was drunk in one, in order to get out of the place as quickly as possible (is that why the floors are so sticky, they glue you down so you can't leave??). I cannot even give it 1/10. anonymous - 10 Mar 2007 10:44 |
| While waiting for my lift outside on Cup Final day, I didn't appreciate the sight of the bouncers dealing with a drunk who had decided to use the outside wall for a sit down by dowsing him with buckets of soapy water. I don't think he actually made any effort to enter the pub and it certainly put me off going in for a swift pint before the missus turned up. anonymous - 15 May 2006 13:22 |
| O be feckin’ Jeesus, what sort of a hellish pit of human awfulness does this place represent. I was there for an hour or so on St Paddy’s Day as some of my misguided mates had chosen to meet there. The first thing that assails ones senses, once you’ve got passed the woolly hatted numpty on the door, is the noise, then you realise it is what passes for music in Emporio Yatus. The next task is to fight your way to the bar only to be faced with Inbev fizzy p*ss that claims to be lager and the ubiquitous John Smiths Smooth or keg Boddies that plagues this part of England’s green and pleasant. In a corner a spotty irk with a pair of headphones and an 80’s record collection assaults everyone’s ears with the only respite being when he stops the row to shout a topical “Is anyone here Oirish”. This of course was met by a stunned silence, even those “twats in hats” who regularly embarrass themselves on St Paddys Day don’t really know why they are doing it. OK they could probably sing the first line of Wild Rover but ask them what type of farm animal was favoured by Paddy McGinty and they wouldn’t have a clue. Dosed up on e-numbers from a myriad of rainbow coloured WKD’s these pseudo Paddys would happily embrace Scotland the Brave or Men of Harlech as their own, that’s if the spotty irk with headphones had even heard of these stirring anthems. All together now, I went to a Yates’s I should not frequent But I only went in ’cos I needed the gents If it’s good beer you’re after you’re well out of luck As they stuff they serve here it may well make you chuck And it's no, nay, never No, nay never no more I have been to this Yates’s No never no more Millay - 22 Apr 2006 17:49 |
| i agree with everything he said, its a hole full of chavs and giro hoppers !! RomperStomper - 16 Feb 2006 15:52 |
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