This one gets pretty cramped, and while I applaud the introduction of a non-smoking section in spite of my filthy habit, I’m not sure this place can support two separate areas – the current system seems to result in 44 desperate addicts crammed into 5 and a half square feet whilst a small group of the fresh-faced and fragrant lounge comfortably just through the doorway with a chair for each limb. But this is probably what we deserve. Anyway… this is another intelligent quiz, frequented by loudly self-satisfied youngsters who are just at that age where you imagine that the rest of the pub will find your conversation more fascinating than their own, and adjust your volume accordingly. I say this indulgently; I’ve been there. Expect to mark accurate answers adorned with inaccurate depictions of genitalia.
Sadly, lunch here qualifies as my worst dining experience for some time. I took my parents along and we chose from their barbecue menu, my mother going for the ribs and me and my father the chicken burger. All three dishes were dry and overcooked. The accompanying cous cous was bland and soggy. The three dishes were fairly pricy (around £13 each). Rather than complain and risk being served replacement dishes, we fled without finishing. We won’t be going back.