Whatever happened to the word 'tavern' from this pub? Trying to sound posh and fancy I bet. Or maybe Ruth Ellis shot it off, like she's supposedly had done to the exterior tiles while shooting her lover. I reckon someone's done them with a hammer.
There's two bars here, or rooms anyways. The pubby back-bar is very nice. Lots of wood and comfy seats, but on a Saturday night was packed of raucous posh 20somethings. It looked like a charabanc trip from Chelsea. I went for a pint of Greene King IPA - which was served in a Hoegaarden glass without any word of explanation. Very annoying.