Many, many years have passed since I last visited what used to be one of the finest public house/restaurants in the land, The Pilgrim Fathers at Scrooby, run in the glory days by the inimitable Anna and Neil who sadly moved on to pastures new. I had been persuaded back on the promise of completely re-vamped premises, fabulous food and superb surroundings. My wife and I, together with two friends, entered through a cloud of foul tobacco smoke, generated by the group of smokers hanging around the entrance and we confirmed our reservation at the bar. The barman was crashing around like one of the Skegness Butlins’ team on a Saturday night in Summer, throwing empties noisily into a bin as if he were busy. We were shown to a very indifferent and rather sticky table, in an extremely noisy section of the crowded dining area, amongst drinkers and diners milling around to read the blackboard menus. Having ordered our food we were subjected to an unruly group of children running noisily around, in and out of the door to the toilets, which banged very loudly each time it was operated. In fairness, a member of the management team tried to adjust the closer on the door to stop it from banging, but to no avail. We had expected a reasonably up-market experience, but felt rather over-dressed in our smart casual clothes and would have fitted in better had we adopted the standard uniform of jeans and trainers with an optional sweatshirt, polo shirt or just left an ordinary shirt hanging out of our trousers; exposure of tattoos appeared to be optional. The decor was ok with some very loud red, white and black wallpaper and quite amusing Dog portraits, but we found the lighting in the area in which we were seated to be very harsh; however, the food, which was produced impressively quickly, was absolutely excellent with lots of choice in a menu to please every palate. Our only complaint was that the plates were crammed unnecessarily full, which made eating the food quite awkward to begin with. The Staff was fine, although the waitress, who was very pleasant and attentive, thought that Chilean wine came from South Africa. The prices suggested a different level of establishment to the one we were in and it was such a pity that the truly delicious food was accompanied by so many negatives. I couldn’t, in all conscience, recommend this venue to anyone, because the atmosphere was so awful. ........ Perhaps we just caught it on a bad night.
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