Quality real ales are served, I had Yorkshire Blonde from Ossett - Very nice. I noticed table service continues in the lounge, although whether this is official or just for regulars I don't know.
Just along the road is the Birkey:
Last time I was here, back in 2002, it was keg only, so I ordered real ale with a little trepidation, but my pint of Old Hoppy Hen was spot on. I wonder how many different words the marketing people can put between Old and Hen to stretch this franchise. I've seen Crafty, Spooky, Golden, Hoppy, and of course the original Speckled. Anyway, mine was hoppy as advertised, and delicious.
The only other customers were a small kid and his grandad. The barmaid soon had the paints out so the little'un could do some pictures, while grandad looked on, bored.
I strolled past the Crosby, which is closed and up for sale:
Onwards to the Endbutt:
Inside the impressive 1920s building, the interior is bog-standard twenty-first century chain pub, all knocked through into one enormous room.
Unlike the Birkey, menus were everywhere, under the Time Well Spent brand, and with fish and chips for seven quid it looks good value.
Custom was sparse on a Tuesday afternoon, the piped music mixing with a little quiet chit-chat and the occasional click of pool balls.
I should record my first sighting of Christmas publicity here, a small display at the end of the counter exhorting me to book my Christmas feast today. The year's nearly over!
Back towards Crosby's centre, and to the never before visited Pioneer:
The decor inside is very well done contemporary, creating a comfortable ambience even when it's empty. The only other customers were a noisy group sitting at a table outside, drinking San Miguel in the cold. I stayed inside, alone.
So, as I often say, not my sort of place, but good nonetheless.
Needless to say, now that I've mentioned Christmas, this place had a number of adverts for breakfast with Santa, Christmas dinner etc, etc.
On to the Edinburgh:
The classic interior has been preserved, and I was served at a tiny hatch in the bar back before adjourning to a lounge. A gentle hubub of chatter from the bar mixed with racing commentary from the TV there, in the room in which I sat was one other customer, drinking lager and fiddling with his tablet (As was I), and total silence. I mean I was fiddling with my tablet, not his, but I think you'd already worked that out.
I noticed around the walls bell pushes for table service, I assume they don't do anything in the 21st century.