Swarcliffe - Shops and Public Houses

Shops and Public Houses

Swarcliffe Parade once had two rows of shops, but the north row was demolished in the 1980s. As of 2011, the remaining parade consists of a Chinese takeaway, a newsagent and off-licence, a minimarket, a bakery, and a betting shop. As of 2011, Stanks Parade has a newsagent, a fish-and-chip shop and a unisex hairdresser. A parade of shops and a post office on Langbar Gardens was closed after 2004.

The Squinting Cat public house, once known as the John Smeaton after the 18th-century civil engineer from nearby Austhorpe, is boarded up and may be demolished. The Whinmoor public house was closed in December 2010, and its lease is for sale. Swarcliffe Working Men's Club, a members only club, was built in the 1960s, in 2011 it had 1,700 members. St. Gregory’s Social Club is next to St. Gregory's Roman Catholic Church. The Staging Post public house is on Swarcliffe Avenue/Whinmoor Way.

The Whinmoor pub has re-opened its doors after been shut for nearly four years; it reopened on 13 October 2012.

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