This is a PUB if ever there was one. The clientele here is varied. Old men lust after trendy young things while serious chaps discuss the sport of the day. Truckers in dungarees ponder the form at Ayr. Families arrange themselves around tables. The tables are numbered. Pick your grub from the menu chalked up on the board. Go to the bar and order. A brilliant lunch. Food at its best. Shepherd’s Pie done to a turn. Chilli con Carne with a bite and a Sirloin to tempt the Gods themselves.
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