Three Legs

Decided to visit this pub midweek, and after just half a pint, several scowling looks, an obnoxious barmaid and an aggressive atmosFEAR! Decided to give this place a wide birth for all eternity. More like The Three Stumps!

The Three Legs is the best pub in the world. This is of course only true if you love the smell of overpowering bleach mid afternoon, a poor generic selection of awful lagers and the threat of casual violence at every turn!
Having a day out in Leeds visiting many an amazing craft beer bar in the process, it quickly dawned upon us that none of these hipster havens would be showing the Grand National race at 4.15pm. After wandering into North bar at 4pm and thinking we’d come back after the race, we said to the barmaid that the Three Legs 2 mins down the road would be our likely horsey destination. When i got chatting to her later on back at North she did say she wondered if some of us would make it out alive…
Our collective look of beards, glasses and snazzy jumpers made us stand out from what seemed the standard 3 legs look of shaved heads, sports pants and neck tattoos but it was time to get on with it and hopefully win big — we did after all have 12 horses between us each way. It kind of summed up our 3 legs experience when not a single horse finished in the top 4 — oh well!
So back to drinking good quality ‘Craft’ in North Bar and after my later conversation with aforementioned barmaid — I’m pretty sure some of the waiting staff also lost big on bets when we all made it back in one piece!

Before going for a night out in Leeds we decided to visit a few pubs first. One of the pubs we went in was the three legs. We had never heard anything about this pub before but the building really stood out on the street so we thought we would go in for a few. Although when we got inside we soon wanted to leave as the atmosphere was not friendly. The people in the pub were not the happiest of people I have met and we soon decided to leave.

Dear God.
No that isn’t an expression of despair, it is actually a letter I’ve decided to write to God about The Three Legs.
So here goes.
Dear God,
Apparently you gave us everything we would need to live well and happy on your favourite bouncy ball. I refer, of course, to this great Earth.
In your munificence you gave us big oak trees to picnic under in summer, animals made out of tasty meat whose skin can be turned into attractive footwear, men with enormously large dingledangles to enable us endless nights of drinking cheap wine whilst watching comedy porn, apricot kernals so that our faces need never be flakey and you even went to the trouble to squish dinosaurs into oil so we could whizz around in metal cages and smash ourselves into interesting new shapes.
But most of all, Lord, you gave us hops, grains, water and yeast.
So why then, Almighty One, why, would you allow your manservants on Earth to build as BEAUTIFUL a monument to your cheery, beery generosity right in the centre of Leeds then let them fill it with the very worst human detritus scraped from the mudbanks of the Archeron itself?
How can you sit back as it slowly slides down the many layers of increasing disappointment to the utterly, utterly, breathtakingly souless Barn of Banal that it so crushingly has become?
Why Big Fella, why?
Also, why when someone offers me from their bag of crisps do I invariably select the one bad, green crisp in the whole packet?
Your disillusioned worm,
Angelina x

It’s a shame that all along this street there are some lovely looking pubs which, on arriving at the bar within, you realise that they are perhaps not as inviting as you once thought. I love the actual building iteself, it has the most exciting exterior work around the windows and really looks of another age. Though it has clearly been spruced up since, I wouldn’t be surprised if the design was the original building. It really is cool!
However, once inside it feels distinctly less cool. Scratch that. Outside the entrance it even feels less cool. With a permanent cloud of stragglers outside each of the pubs on this street, Three Legs included, clogging the street and bus shelters, you would be forgiven for changing your mind. Far from giving off a friendly vibe these locals don’t exactly meet and greet. Inside the vibe is much the same, and this is the reason so few actual pubs in the city centre are a viable option to me. I love pubs, I’m from the South West for goodness sake! But not these ones, that’s for sure.
Yes, sadly the less than friendly atmosphere simply means I can’t enjoy a pint, no matter how cheap or how well brewed it is. They have a sign stating that it is ‘under new management’ so perhaps that might help to reinvigorate the place. Still, I might give it a few months before trying again.

A weird, colourful sign and odd name for an equally peculiar building. The stunning façade with glazed brick work and moulded features gives this pub an air of sophistication and uniqueness perhaps even with some top-​notch booze too. However, just cross the road and take a walk along the pavement between the pub and the bus shelters, you may quickly change your mind.