Stepping through the door threshold, I thought I had stumbled in to The Slaughtered Lamb! (American Werewolf in London).
The "natural" entrance to this pub, is through the front door, off of the high street. However, this leads to a very small room, where the table and chairs nearly touch the bar.
When we walked in to the pub 4 of the 5 tables were taken up by a group of 8 or 10 locals. The conversation stopped, the heads turned and at this point, we were in The Slaughtered Lamb.
I asked the landlady how we could get in to the more appealing room that I could see across the other side of the bar. The landlady took us through the bar to access the "friendly" (well, at least there was room to breathe in that side) room. It turns out that the access to the lounge is down the side of the pub.
The louge had 5 or 6 local patrons using it - but no "outsiders".
"Beware the moon, stick to the road - I vote we go back to The Slaughtered Lamb"
No thanks!
Having said all of the above, they reckon the food is good here - I'll save that for later. read more