Montey’s bills itself as “York’s independent bar for independent people”, which should be enough to encourage the more discerning student to stop following their housemates into cheesy chain bars and old man pubs. However, if any further persuasion is needed, the more reticent hipster should be charmed by shabby chic interior.
The menu features the full range of standards (including a margarita billed as ‘a traditional Mexican drink that we’re ALL REALLY BORED of making’) as well as a funkier, more obscure set of drinks that allow the devastatingly beautiful bar staff to roll cocktail shakers along their arms like Tom Cruise before he discovered scientology. I urge everyone to go forth and discover their own personal favourite, but I love the ginger-beer and whisky based Gatsby, possibly for the literary reference as much as the retro- fizz, and the tooth-achingly sweet Cherry Coke, which should be served at Jack Rabbit Slim’s. For those with speed- of- light metabolisms, or who are just too drunk to care, there is a whole section devoted to calorific drinks, but if you have to have something with a rude name, skip the Baileys and cream loaded Multiple Screaming Orgasm and go for the infinitely zestier Citron My Face.