In this county renowned for excellent watering-holes, the Laurel holds its own with the best. Think of your ideal Yorkshire pub: open fire, old brickwork, water bowls for visiting hounds, beer tankards-a-plenty, cosy corners and good ale. In this intriguing little smugglers' den on the North Yorkshire coast, of the three main pubs (and we tried them all) this little place is the loveliest, particularly after sunset when to leave it is a wrench. Granted, it may not offer the view the Bay Hotel boasts, or the scruffy charm of Ye Dolphin, nor is its exterior prepossessing. Fair enough, there's little by way of grub, there's no pool table or pub games, no TV and no jukebox. But none of this matters, for it has an intimate, pint-and-a-chat charm of yesteryear and is a regular CAMRA recommendation. There's a separate family room where children are welcome. The only criticism is the gents' outhouse (there are no gents' toilets inside), no laughing matter when it's barely above freezing in this Northern outpost.
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Reviewed by kentish_man
29 Oct 2008