Cultures

One word for several aspects of my experience: cold. I can understand, if not condone, the hatchet-faced service I got in this place. Who knows what’s going on in the woman’s life, and we all have off days. That said I remember thinking, 'I bet she doesn't treat her mates and regulars like this'. I can also understand the roll I wanted (because that’s what it said on the menu) actually turning out to be two slices of bread. Even though said slices turned out to be small, dry and a marked contrast to the handsome loaves they display as you enter – put it this way, if they are from the same loaves they’re sliced very thinly. What is inexcusable, IMO, is calling the filling “pork loin”. It was more like budget range smoked ham - the kind that looks and feels like floppy, sweaty pink plastic. I at least expected my roll-free roll to be both warm, and recognisable as meat. It’s hard for me to recall the last time I left an eatery feeling as let down, disappointed and totally unwelcome. It was painful, especially on a freezing January day. Pork loin? More like cold shoulder. Avoid.

Dropped in and found some excellent coffee, very tasty Cardamom buns and great bread from the equally excellent House of Bread to take away. Friendly and efficient service. Definitely recommended.

Perfect spot only a few minutes walk from Salts Mill. Understandably popular, and whilst unable to sample the fine selection of wines or beers on draft as driving, the coffee and faworki were wonderful afternoon treats on a cold and damp Sunday afternoon.

CULTURES, Saltaire – We’re Still Here & Not Moving! Sunday 2 November 2025, 3:13 pm. We’re parked at a great table in the house and the clock can keep ticking—we’re going nowhere. After the “no dogs” slap down the road, Cultures opened its arms wide. All three staff spotted Sprocket the second we appeared, grinned like old mates and called up: “Plenty of room upstairs—bring the superstar!” Zero fuss, maximum welcome. We’ve got an awesome spot in the upstairs room: high ceilings, lovely windows pouring light over solid wooden tables and chairs (comfy enough that sofas would only get in the way). Sprocket has claimed half the floor, long legs stretched like he’s sunbathing on a yacht, tail thumping every time another dog trots in. Many wonderfully tasty pints are keeping us perfectly hydrated, pulled fresh from the gleaming taps downstairs. The playlist is pure Sunday bliss—chill mix drifting up the stairs—and every new four-legged arrival gets the same cheery welcome. Cultures, you absolute heroes—thank you for turning a rejected dog-walk into the warmest, happiest couple of hours in Saltaire. Five stars, ten paws, and a solemn vow to be here again. 🐶🍻 (Back to the pint—cheers!)

What a great little place in the heart of Saltaire village. Good beers, wine and food and a very pleasant atmosphere. Now offers breakfast snacks and coffees too! Lovely, friendly staff. Dog friendly and extra seating upstairs.