We used to live in this area some 20 years ago and this pub had great reputation for it's food. It has everything, great location, low beams and oldie-world interior and really friendly waitresses...unfortunately whoever runs the kitchen doesn't really seem to care about what goes out to the customer. We were nearby on a trip last week so did a detour ride down memory lanes. We called in for Sunday Lunch and my wife and I ordered roast beef. I thought it a bit expensive at £12 but it used to be so good - what the heck? It was delivered promptly and the first thing that struck us was the completely burnt Yorkshire puddings....actually charcoal laced! This was covered over very well by a sprinkling of salad leaves so you had to discover the blackness once the waitress had left. The roast beef was the next shock...we found it hard to believe how any one could carve a slice of beef so thinly- it was almost see-through and surrounded on all sides by loads of fat! The land lady did the usual standard question after about 10 minutes..."was everything alright?". "Not really" I said pointing to the pile of fat and the very burnt yorkie. With an almost indignant air she asked if I wanted another one yorkie...no apology for even daring to put it on the plate and covering it with salad in the first place. I declined for fear of another burnt offering and she disappeared faster than a whippet! The puddings to follow looked good on the menu but we'd well and truely had enough.
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