Pub review
They say:
"Not bad. Enjoyable locals with a very bearded landlord and lovely bar staff. If you want a friendly local pub with a real Bridgwater feel, this is the one to visit. Truly a Somerset experience. I highly recommend all visitors to experience this delight and especially get a ticket for some of the excellent bands playing onFriday's in the adjacent function room. Pool table too." --Richard Strange
5/5
I say:
A local cheerily sympathises with my indecisiveness in the face of the wide array of beers on tap. I choose a generic Czech lager for reasons that escape me even before the words escape my lips. The three storey grade II listed building tumbles down through extensions and brick abutments to the patio in the back. Various sizes of cable reel provide generous chairs and tables. Building materials, empty kegs and neglected pot plants gather in the corners and the feel is of someone's slightly unloved garden. My suit is jarring amongst the limited clientele out here. A man whom I learn is 51 holds forth to his friends on a rapidly changing array of subjects from his raving days to his deceased mother, to how it feels to be tasered, all treated with equal gravity. One friend attempts to join the monologue, the others simply look dazed. I step inside with my now empty glass and go someway to redeeming myself with a bitter from a Bristol brewery. The genial barmaid returns to conversation with her friend on the works of Oscar Wilde as one of the few good Bowie songs plays in the background. Through the uneven glass in the large sash windows I can see the mixed Lego brick building that is my hotel and white double decker buses hiss past carrying the endless quantities of labour that builds a nuclear power station. The traffic on the A road is a constant and blurred stream and it feels like there's nobody in Bridgwater, not even me.
4/5
They say:
"Not bad. Enjoyable locals with a very bearded landlord and lovely bar staff. If you want a friendly local pub with a real Bridgwater feel, this is the one to visit. Truly a Somerset experience. I highly recommend all visitors to experience this delight and especially get a ticket for some of the excellent bands playing onFriday's in the adjacent function room. Pool table too." --Richard Strange
5/5
I say:
A local cheerily sympathises with my indecisiveness in the face of the wide array of beers on tap. I choose a generic Czech lager for reasons that escape me even before the words escape my lips. The three storey grade II listed building tumbles down through extensions and brick abutments to the patio in the back. Various sizes of cable reel provide generous chairs and tables. Building materials, empty kegs and neglected pot plants gather in the corners and the feel is of someone's slightly unloved garden. My suit is jarring amongst the limited clientele out here. A man whom I learn is 51 holds forth to his friends on a rapidly changing array of subjects from his raving days to his deceased mother, to how it feels to be tasered, all treated with equal gravity. One friend attempts to join the monologue, the others simply look dazed. I step inside with my now empty glass and go someway to redeeming myself with a bitter from a Bristol brewery. The genial barmaid returns to conversation with her friend on the works of Oscar Wilde as one of the few good Bowie songs plays in the background. Through the uneven glass in the large sash windows I can see the mixed Lego brick building that is my hotel and white double decker buses hiss past carrying the endless quantities of labour that builds a nuclear power station. The traffic on the A road is a constant and blurred stream and it feels like there's nobody in Bridgwater, not even me.
4/5
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