The Devonshire Arms — Restaurant in London

The Devonshire Arms — Refined Country Escape in the Yorkshire Dales Nestled at the gateway to the Bolton Abbey estate, The Devonshire Arms blends timeless elegance with the charm of rural England. Whether you're here for a romantic weekend, a gourmet experience, or a peaceful retreat, this hotel delivers on all fronts.

Dining at The Garden Room: The restaurant offers a thoughtfully curated menu inspired by European flavors and Yorkshire’s seasonal bounty. Small plates are the star — perfect for grazing and sharing. Highlights include artisan charcuterie, local cheeses like Leeds Blue and Yorkshire Pecorino, and extras like truffle honey from nearby Silsden bees. The “create-your-own” grazing board is a delightful touch, and the wine list is both adventurous and well-balanced (yes, orange wine included).

Rooms & Atmosphere: The hotel is arranged around formal gardens and features a mix of historic charm and modern comfort. Rooms are tastefully decorated with antiques and artwork from the Devonshire Collection, curated by the Duchess herself. Expect plush beds, serene views, and a quiet, luxurious ambiance.

Extras: Guests have access to a spa, walking trails along the River Wharfe, and the nearby ruins of Bolton Abbey. Service is attentive without being overbearing — warm, professional, and deeply knowledgeable about the local area.

Verdict: The Devonshire Arms is more than a hotel — it’s a curated experience of Yorkshire’s finest. Ideal for those who appreciate detail, flavor, and a touch of...

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Been here a few times now hoping to get a better experience but no. Ginger man with dread locks always very rude. He gave us our drinks, didnt say anything just slammed them down (they were room temperature) and walked away, we were waiting for 5-10 minutes waiting to pay whilst we watched him standing and chatting to a co-worker. Another bar tender approached us asking if we’d been served, we said we were waiting to pay (we could have waked away at any point having not paid) and he reminded the ginger dread bartender who begrudgingly put the card reader down without saying anything or even looking at us. Bouncers are rude other than the lady bouncer who was alot nicer on the door. We had just bought a drink but wanted to leave after feeling uncomfortable, its like the staff dont want you to be there, many of them are unfriendly. its packed, no where to sit inside, smoking area you cant even walk into its so busy. We tried to leave, and my friend had bought a bottle of cider. One male older bouncer told her she couldnt leave with it and she must drink it in the smoking area where it was impossible to even stand in. She said she was struggling and needed to sit down somewhere, and was about to leave her drink (even though it was a bottle) when the nicer female bouncer offered us a plastic cup, which the male bouncer never offered and just wanted to enforce some authority onto not letting...