Basil Fawlty lives! This is a quaint enough old pub, but having been here a couple of times now I really believe that the landlord's main sport is taking the mickey out of customers. It seeems that no matter what you say to him, he'll answer with a smart alec remark such as belittling your choice of drink (as happened first time I went there). On my latest visit, when I asked whether there was apple pie for desert, his reply was Is it on the dessert board? No? Then we don't have it! We have bells on the sign outside the pub but we don't sell them! When I turned away bemused, still trying to figure out why that last comment was in the least bit relevant, the other members of my party who had witnessed this were horrified to see him stick two fingers up at me behind my back! What a wonderful way to get repeat business learned at the Basil Fawlty Finishing School for Landlords, presumably? Oh, and the food is very tasty (mostly)but it gave me the runs all night! Bottom line: I won't be going back, and I wouldn't touch the place with the proverbial bargepole if I were you! read more