Clare Castle

OK, let me say straight off that the Clare Castle just isn't really my sort of pub. Somehow a wall of racing screens and garish red stools designed for optimum betting pleasure isn't an atmosphere that enhances my drinking pleasure.

 

Having said that, there is something endearing about a pub that has stuck doggedly to its roots, somewhat off the beaten path and has, to be fair, perfectly friendly bar staff. It probably could have done without the whole machete attack incident mind.

Up until very recently, the Clare was one of two pubs competing for the traditional wharfie custom on the Northern side of the tram tracks. Its survival is a testament to the enduring loyality of its sport loving punters.

Beers on tap: Carlton Draught - what else could a man possibly need?
Wine range: Red or white
Parma: $19 (not tested)
Gastro: I very much doubt it
Tradie vs Yuppy: Proudly working class