How do you like your soup? I like mine 36 years old.
Yes you heard that right. I like soup that's older than me. Soup that was first cooked and served 5 years before my birth. Soup that has been boiled down at the end of every day for past a third of a century and then used the next morning as the stock for the following day. Eternal soup. Served in a mug. With fresh hand made bread. That's what I like.
But what soup is it?
Who really knows.
The A4 print-out chart says if it's brown it probably had beef added recently, if it's green then probably peas. It all depends on what was thrown in that morning to top it up. Truth be told, it never disappoints.
This is the best soup in the country. I mean it. The best.
And while the soup may be 36 years old, the rest of the pub feels 10 times that age. It's a fully historic pub. Like a museum back to 1764 or sometime before. Bread and ham, soup in a mug, real ales, skittle balls, candelabras and more oak than the Spanish Armada. Unashamedly old school and unprentenious, and seemingly unchanged since Cook found Australia.
I half expect Dick Turpin to drop in next time I'm there, and order the soup of course. read more