Before you read the rest of this review, let it be known that I like this pub but I have an unusual taste in them so, for the majority of people, I suspect would find it difficult to give two stars.
The interior of the pub is fine; a little tatty around the edges but that's standard fare for the interior of your average boozer, which this most definitely falls in to the category. There's a warm friendly open fire roaring, a quiz machine and two things that are getting rarer in modern pubs - a pool table and a free to use dartboard (mounted dangerously close to the door to enter but that just adds an additional element of chance to the game - robbing somebody of their eyesight.) There's pumps for a couple of ales, Guinness, Kronenburg, Stella, a cider and a couple of others, as well as a fridge for the storage of various types of bottles. So far, so good... however, let me describe a typical night (based on 3 previous visits):
22:00 - Enter pub and notice the complete absence of any other punters and staff, except for one old soak sat on a stool at the bar, gently being pickled in the products of the pub.
22:04 - No sign of any staff, punter at the bar makes a gruff comment about the lack of staff.
22:05 - Punter totters around to the other side of the bar, revealing himself to the landlord, mutters something about the staff being out.
22:06 - Following conversation takes place:
Graham: "Hi, I'd like three of those ales [points at myseterious ale pump], one Guinness and one Baileys."
Landlord: "Grrrr.... er... [gargles]... brr.... GUINESS IS OFF!"
G: "Er...okay then, make that 4 ales, please. [points at dubious looking pump]"
L: "Frrr... mmmnnn... bahh.. ALES OFF"
G: "Have you got any bottled stuff?"
L: "No."
G: "Not even a Newcie Brown?"
L: "NO."
G: "Okay, what have you got?"
L: "Kronenburg and Stella?"
G: "Okay, make it 4 Stellas and a Baileys"
L: ".... [long pause].... [faffing]... Stella's off!"
G: "[Consults with friends for revised orders] I'd like a Kronenburg, 2 house doubles (of whiskey), a baileys and how much is the Jameson's whiskey?"
L: "Jameson's is... [looks at till] ... [pushes buttons on modern contraption] ... [faffs] ... [resigns himself to a temporary fate and goes to pour the Kronenburg instead but can't find the Kronie glasses so spends a few minutes hunting through the glasses about the bar for the perfect Kronenburg drinking vesell]"
[At this point an 18 Year old 'yoof' from the flat upstairs comes down, dressed in stained and creased tracksuit bottoms and a scruffy t-shirt.]
L: "[To Yoof] Where's the Kronenburg glasses?"
18 Year Old 'Yoof': "[In an irritate tone] Just use a normal pint glass!"
[Yoof watches the landlord/punter meddle about and finally pour the pint.]
L: "How much is the Jamesons?"
Y: "[Consults till and groans at the earlier button mashing results of the landlord and spends a minute restoring it to normal.] Free-Fiftee"
L: [potters around]
Y: "[Slightly more irritated] I'll do it!"
[Yoof proceeds to pour the drinks, using the tiny quantity of ice in the tray and eliminating any chance of us getting further drinks with ice, and we pay; almost normal service apart from the tone that can only be described as disgruntled and surly.]
22:15 - Group receive drinks (4 soapy tasting house doubles and a Baileys of dubious vintage.)
22:15 - 22:50: We play darts, whilst being leered at by the landlord/punter, the yoof and a girl who also came from the flat upstairs.
22:50 - Yoof starts stacking stools on tables, dropping the not so obvious hint that he'd like us to clear off.
22:55 - Glasses taken away (*mostly* empty) and we leave and go to The Druids, whose service is boringly average.
You've probably figured that it takes a certain individual to like the pub and I suspect the reason for the lack of anything to sell is down to one of two things:
1. The landlord/regular drinking it all.
2. The complete lack of customers and profit in which to buy them.
Unfortunately, I suspect this pub may not be around much longer (at least not owned/leased by the current managers.) read more