The bar was unexceptional and the rooms themselves quite pleasant. Everything else about this place was an unmitigated disaster, blamed by the landlord, who has apparently been in post for only 8 weeks, on his staff, but in reality clearly due to managerial incompetence. Instead of cups and saucers, the hospitality tray in our room was equipped with thick two handled soup bowls in plates. The milk in the cartons was curdled, with green mould growing on it. The bathroom had hand wash provided, but no soap, shower gel or shampoo. Many of the dishes offered for dinner were unavailable, and the waitress who took our orders had to keep disappearing to ask the chef (who at different times was said to be either new or just sacked) for details, though in truth he seemed to have little more idea than she did. It took about 40 minutes for the food to arrive. The four pasta dishes would have been passable if they had been more than tepid. The vegetarian butternut squash curry arrived some time after the other dishes, and turned out to be a chicken curry ("sorry - chef must have misread the label"). The liver and bacon was forgotten. When, after a forceful reminder, it arrived a quarter of an hour later, it consisted mainly of a huge lump of grey mashed potato, with a minuscule slice of liver. The garlic bread was a couple of slices of stale white loaf with no sign of ever having kept company with a garlic clove. When all this was drawn to the attention of the manager, we were treated to a long tirade about this being the worst day of his life, being let down by his stafff, and generally not having the resources to cope with running a large hotel. He was too busy to produce the bill, and delegated this task to the waitress while he retreated behind the bar to chat to the regulars. The waitress eventually produced an impressive leatherette folder which, when opened, contained only a tiny scrap of torn paper with "£62.21" written in it . We were told that an itemised bill could not be provided because the till had broken down.
We decided not to risk the full English breakfast included as part of the price of the rooms. The alternative "continental" breakfast consisted of two choices of cereal, and cold toast served with rancid butter and weak. Even this taxed the skills of the chef to the limit ("bear with me - I'm still finding my way around". A small quantity of orange juice in a smeary jug was produced after the meal. The grubby looking sugar in the sugar bowl had what looked suspiciously like a paw print in it, though the landlord reassured us that it was probably only finger marks from his children who liked to play with it.
When we came to pay the bill, the landlord spontaneously delivered another speech about how hard life was, but did not attempt to dispute that we had had a thoroughly unpleasant stay. He offered to reduce the rate for each of the rooms from £55 to £35, which would have mollified us a little had he not going on to say aggressively that if we thought that too small a gesture we could walk out without paying at all and "the law would take its course". This was ahat had happened with eight similarly dissatisfied customers the previous week.
This is a pub whose landlord's lack of management skills are matched only by his tenuous grasp of public relations and his lack of attention to the most basic of details. His parting comment was that he didn't expect us to want to return ever, but he would go on trying to turn the place round. We wish him no ill, but we saw no evidence that he would succeed, and we would certainly not recommend this pub to anyone as long as he is in charge.
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