A proper pub table, but elevated. 🍽️

The sausage roll does the first bit of damage — glossy pastry, deep filling, sharp yellow sauce, and enough confidence to make something simple feel almost unfair. 🔥

Then the heavier stuff lands: fish and chips done cleanly, beef with truffle, and that Yorkshire pudding sitting there like it knows exactly what it is doing. 🥩⚫

Then the ending softens everything. 🍊

The citrus cuts through the richness — cold, sharp, sweet, clean. A proper reset.

And the crème brûlée? One of the best I’ve had. Crack, cream, burn, sweetness — simple on paper, but not simple when it’s done properly. 🔥🥄

This is what happens when pub food stops pretending it has to be ordinary.

Pricey — but worth every second. 🍽️

Two and a half hours of eating, slowing down, and not rushing anything.

The kind of meal you don’t need again that day — or maybe even the next. 🔥