The Yorkie Cow

Absolute little gem of a place . Lovely friendly helpful staff, really nice food to suit appetite size, small medium , large. Warm and welcoming with three floors , opposite a pay car park, but if you are lucky there is parking outside. Online booking was easy with no faffing around installing apps which I detest. Honest food, economic prices bug served with flair. We had the stuffed Yorkshire puds, see small and medium on the photo. Highly recommended.

What an incredible experience the prob one of the best Yorkshire puddings I've had. And everything was made gluten free their website doesn't really highlight how much they accommodate coeliacs almost the whole menu was gf and the Yorkshire pudding was as big as the normal ones. Delicious! Highly recommend.

Lovely place and great Yorkshire Puddings with stuffing and extras like chips and vegetables, good selection of ales like Ilkley Mary Jane, we had our Yorkshire Puddings with pulled pork and brisket We would come back for more.

We had high hopes for this birthday meal and to be honest it would of been cheaper and a better meal if we had cooked at home , these have to be the worse Yorkshire puddings I have ever eaten , dry with a wet cardboard texture, when soaked with gravy the meal was amazing , amazing that some of my chips were stone cold and undercooked and others were just about hot and still undercooked the same goes with the minute portion of cold vegetables, the lamb I can honestly say must of been one of those microwave in a bag things , but having had one of them years ago I can honestly say the yorkie cow had managed to fail in even surpassing that , we ate upstairs and had to keep our coats on as the whole place was cold , £4.20 for a pint of coke ????? More like a pint of ice with about half a cans worth of coke in a glass, service was unremarkable and we declined to pay the service charge as I think £8 for 5 mins work is a bit steep , would I go again ? No, would I recommend eating here to anyone ? No , do they need to learn how to make proper Yorkshire puddings ? Yes Also the amount of gravy you get with your meal is very shy and even with ordering extra gravy it was still was not enough , on reflection I honestly feel like the entire meal was warmed up in a microwave wave which would explain the hot and cold spots in the meal and the stone cold plates

The Yorkie Cow, Ilkley – Reheated Dreams in God’s Own County A certain type of restaurant thinks it can get by on a name alone. The Yorkie Cow, in Ilkley, is one such place, promising a hearty, no-nonsense embrace of its Yorkshire heritage. It’s a promise that, like so many these days, writes a cheque the kitchen can’t quite cash. The restaurant itself is a snug little spot on the high street, all shag pile carpets and a vague sense of being in your auntie’s slightly-too-warm living room. We were led up a staircase that felt more like a challenge than a welcome, to a clean but unremarkable upstairs dining area. There’s an intimacy here that I suspect, on a busy Saturday night, would curdle into a cacophony of competing conversations and a playlist that’s already leaking onto the pavement outside. Service was swift. Alarmingly so. Our food arrived with a speed that suggested not a well-oiled machine in the kitchen, but a proficient operator of a microwave. We’d ordered the sharing platters, a concept I adore when it’s a generous, joyful jumble, and one I despair of when it’s a forensic presentation of yesterday’s efforts. And so it was with the Yorkshire puddings. In God’s Own County, the Yorkshire pudding should be a thing of crisp, airy, freshly-battered wonder. These were not that. These were stiff, uniformly crisp, and had the unmistakable texture of having been cooked long ago, left to ponder their existence, and then blasted back to life. They bore little resemblance to the fluffy, glorious creations splashed across their social media, a modern sin I find increasingly tiresome. The ribs and wings that accompanied them were similarly afflicted, carrying the dry, weary demeanour of leftovers. They were hard, joyless things that we quickly abandoned next to a pile of equally uninspired fries. There were, however, brief glimmers of hope. A portion of teriyaki belly pork was, I must admit, faultless – sticky, sweet, and yielding. And the mash, while possessing the slightly ghostly appearance of the powdered variety, tasted perfectly pleasant. Though at £3.50 for a bowl that could best be described as ‘shy’, it felt less like a side dish and more like a gentle suggestion. Did we enjoy it? No, not really. The meal felt like an exercise in reheating, a culinary experience built on convenience rather than craft. The potential for a truly great, comforting meal is there, but it was lost to shortcuts. The final flourish, the sting in the tail, came with the bill. A service charge, unmentioned on the menu and unannounced by our otherwise perfectly lovely server, appeared as if by magic. Few things sour a meal faster than being slyly relieved of an extra ten percent at the door. It transformed a pleasant goodbye into a slightly awkward shakedown. I wish The Yorkie Cow well, of course. But for a truly fresh take on Yorkshire fare, I’ll be taking my appetite elsewhere.