Avoid. At all costs.
Okay-- maybe a little harsh. The exterior is inviting, with its authentic thatched roof and all. But we should have known by the price of food advertisements outside ("2 meals for the price of 1!"-- which my husband says is the telltale sign that the food will be bad) that we should have skipped right over this place for a more quaint, out of the way pub on our way for a day out in Skipton. But hunger won out and we went in just the same.
Upon first glance, it wasn't so bad. Your typical road side chain pub. It looked clean, there were a fair number of people in for lunch and there were no disturbing smells or sounds emanating from anywhere. But the next clue of what was to come-- the inordinate amount of gambling and video games throughout, should have sent us running the other way.
The menu was massive-- another clue that the food was to be mediocre at best. As Gordon Ramsey always says, be good at a few things, you can't be good at it all (well, he doesn't say it like that exactly, and surely there would be a lot more expletives thrown in there but you catch my drift). There was so much, I didn't know what to choose... but it wouldn't have mattered. It was all pretty dismal.
But what really did it in was the service. I've certainly come to have low expectations of service in general in England-- and no, I shouldn't expect much from a roadside pub, but this was spectacularly bad. Particularly given that it was the kind of place where you order at the bar and they just (almost literally) throw your food at you. I doubt that many people could have been having that bad of a day-- unless they were all told the pub was going out of business and they were all being made redundant. Well, maybe that's not too far-fetched. But they all did look like their dog had gotten hit by a mail truck. The atmosphere was that desperate.
Long story short? Keep driving-- there's more to be found further down the motorway... read more