Saturday, 26 February 2011
Now this is my kind of place. It's a bit scruffy around the edge but the food is good, plentiful and doesn't cost a mint, there are decent beers and ciders on tap, a lounge bar with a fire and sofas and friendly staff. There's also a skittle alley, a juke box and a pool table. No wonder it's frequented by people of all ages and quite a few of their canine friends too. This includes the most beautiful looking dog I've ever seen, an allsorts that lives at the pub and deserves a pedigree in her own right. She's long, slender and velvety as befits her partial whippet background but is totally black and has a less angular face than her racing ancestors.
This is certainly not a trendy gastro joint with a designer interior and pretentious grub at astronomical prices. I had a delicious rare rump steak, Louis had sausage and mash and Mr Lovelygrey had beef and ale pie. This is proper village pub fare served in a welcoming atmosphere where Louis fed dog biscuits to his new furry friends. If there's a local like this near you, cherish it as I suspect that such places might be few and far between these days.