Whilst doing a bit of research for this review, thepubsofyork.com thought it would be prudent to try to inform readers who Mr Bean was (not that Mr Bean). After several seconds googling, the only likely candidate that could be found was a Mr Henry Bean born November 13th 1853 in the good old US of A;

as an American politician and judge in Oregon. He was the 24th Chief Justice of the Oregon Supreme Court. He served in that role twice during the 1930s. At his death on the bench he was the longest serving justice in the state’s history. A native of Maine, he also served in the Oregon House of Representatives.

Quite what this fella has got to do with what the website says is a “typical American bar and grill – a relaxed and friendly, meeting, eating and drinking place that any American would think of as his home” is anyone’s guess, however, as wikipedia has succintly told us, Mr H. J. Bean is an American, and this tenuous geographical link to the bar that (probably) bears his name, will have to do for now. (But if you know any better, please do get in touch, thepubsofyork.com are having trouble sleeping because of it).

The 24th Chief Justice of the Oregon Supreme Court had been dead for 43 years when the first bar and grill bearing his name opened in the UK, so he will have never had the opportunity to venture in to one to sample this version of faux America. Similar to Mr Bean, York’s most up-to-date pub review website can’t really comment on whether “many Americans would think of it as home” as the furthest West (longitudily) thepubsofyork.com have been is Kirkcudbright in Scotland, so, you will have to make do with what it’s like to have a drink in.

And, sorry Henry, but it’s rubbish. You can’t help feeling sorry for the tourists who accidently wander into this place from the Hilton next door.

There is no cask ale of any type available (Staropramen lager is the only saving grace) and the bright lights, the vast cocktail list, the whiff of Burgers and the American soft rock pumped out of the speakers (Sweet Cherry Pie by Warrant anyone?) only adds to the overwhelming urge to vomit.

It does have live sport on and this is the only reason – reviewing aside – you will probably ever see this website through the doors, but even then, it’s unlikely. Being in this place is, the pubsofyork.com imagines, like being sat in a Mcdonalds, drinking cans of lager, whilst high on a particuarly strong halluceogenic drug.

Yeehah.

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