It brands itself as a 16th Century Inn and it is difficult to argue too much with the description (although a fair amount of reconstruction must have gone on over the centuries). However it is old and pleasant : one of those places where things hang from the ceiling. There were cartwheels, tankards, walking sticks, copper pots ... you name it. It seems to attract a "pensioners-lunch" type of customer and one half expects to see a few OAPs hanging like fermenting game from ceiling hooks. But it is clean and fresh : the kind of place you could happily take your Aunty Violet.
I ordered a pint of Greene King IPA. After starting to pull it the landlord noticed the barrell was about to go off so I was treated to a 5 minute workshop on barrel-changing. Nice to see the landlord drawing himself a half to taste it before pulling me a new pint. You feel like suggesting that the kids should come up from the local school to watch and to learn. But sad to note that the bar had more varieties of wine on sale than it had beer.
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