Desperation choice for us with five hungry, ratty kids needing food. It was like stepping into a culinary time warp. This was the kind of pub & food I remember from eating out as a kid in the 80s. Sticky carpets, heavy, dark wood, men farting at the bar (I kid you not), etc. Mains: rump steak, medium/well. Over cooked to consistency of a tired, old Clark's brogue. Scampi was served hot as hell - nuked in the microwave, presumably, and tongue was sore for days - but just like I remember from circa 1983. Kids meals were the usual crap - chicken nuggets, etc. - that even they didn't like. Service was friendly & helpful if a tad slow when things got a bit busier. Extra main on the bill but this was corrected without fuss. Hygiene of the pub, & in particular the toilets, left a lot to be desired. Nothing a complete renovation, new management, recruitment of competent staff & regular cleaning wouldn't correct. Avoid unless facing imminent death from starvation.
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