To look at this you would think you are somewhere in France but, no, it's the Duke of York pub in the heart of Belfast just down the street from the John Hewitt pub.
Nestled in the heart of the Cathedral Quarter, on one of the city’s oldest cobbled streets, The Duke of York was once at the centre of Belfast’s thriving newspaper district.
Little wonder then that it was frequented by the literati and the glitterati of that time, from newspaper hacks to poets, politicians and raconteurs. Ironically, it has outlived the publications that once employed its most devoted customers and today it is filled with paraphernalia of the printer’s trade, with great screw presses and wall murals made up of hot metal type.
