The Houghton, Glasshoughton.I frequented this establishment regularly some years ago, one of the main reasons being the Landlord who has sadly passed away now who was a natural, friendly and welcoming without going too far. Once heard the comment that he treat everyone the same from regulars to first timers making them equally welcome, this could also be said regarding his staff.
I found something similar on my latest visit. The current Landlord is an old football budy of mine who had the local WMC before taking up the reins at the Houghton 6 months ago. It was on the recommendation of my next door neighbour that I gave it another go. Me n’ JD in about 6.30ish to find the main room busy with blokes left over from the afternoon session and the early risers like us, a nice buzz about the place. Rubbing shoulders with rugby great Tommy Saxton n’all, and my old mucker Kell another football nutter Yorkshireman who supports Scotland and Celtic [he is a daft bastard]. To his credit he does follow Leeds as well, but I’m sure flower of Scotland would have been reverberating around the Houghton yesterday.
It’s an average size pub I would say with a main room and public bar, big screen obviously in the bar but also four screens in the main room. This might put some off but they are set high and those out for a drink and a natter wouldn’t find them obtrusive. For one or two on here, the local scooter club meets here and there are a few memorabilia pieces displayed in the bar and it works well, makes a change from the football and rugby stuff.
Beer. All the standard stuff, but to supplement that Phill carries several real ales, amongst them an Osset Brewery beer, Moorhouse’s a Doncaster brewery and a very nice pale that took my fancy far too much. The place was filling nicely to a point where there was no seating available and plenty stood around, we had only come out for an hour or so but as per there we were come eleven due in equal measure to the beer, company and atmosphere.