|Beer: ||Only two ales. Tring Sidepocket which was declared by Stadler & Paul to have a good taste but is oh so weedy at 3.6%, and Oxford Gold at £4 a pint. Stadler & I were unluck enough to get "between barrel" pints which were as hazy as a Glaswegians memory after a night on the Irn Bru & whisky.|
|Not beer: ||Hawkeye was miserably clutching a pint of coke due to unknown reasons. At £2.50 not the biggest rip off ever seen by HWH3 but not cheap either.|
|Food ||Not vast quantities but they were real chips - man sized hunks of spud with the skins still on, well done and right tasty particularly when the ketchup turned up to drown 'em in.|
|Hashmosphere ||We elected to sit out in the nice beer garden as it was still a zillion degrees. Plenty of decent benches and no interference from other customers.|
A country boozer with an unfeasibly small car park replete with a bloomin great telegraph pole which further restricts attempts to park. Inside, a cheerful govenor animatedly talking to his 4 customers over a well scrubbed bar counter. One wonders whether the Russell Arms will soon be joining the loooong list of pub casualties.