Up down pub ranking
|Beer: ||Very decent drop of Pride on offer together with surprisingly reasonable Rebellion Roasted Nuts. It is supposed to be their premium drop so it jolly well should have been a good quaff and was. For those in short trousers, and Hawkeye, Vale Real Gold at a stunningly underwhelming 3.5%. Centurion rocket job cider for those requiring apple stuff & a brain ectomy.|
|Not beer: ||"How much for a pint of fizzy cola, a pint of lemonade or a hot choc?" - " It's all free quid sir, we like free quid 'cos it's a round sum init". Strange but true, and with L & S weighing in at an exorbitant £2.50 there was not much good news about for those who gargle the soft stuff.|
|Food ||When even Mr. Chips, going in as he does double handed, looks sated with eyes glazing over in delight and a top button eased off in order to accommodate even more, you know that the chips have been truly top notch. Backed up by piles of pizza slices, this was a surfeit of enviable proportions. YUM!!|
|Hashmosphere ||Apart from the confusion in actually getting into the back room, several of our number circling the pub like vultures hovering over a carcass randomly trying anything which resembled a door handle, this is a cracking place to enjoy the essential post Hash chat & refuelling. Only complaint was the slow service by the occasionally appearing bar person.|
In a steep sided valley, seemingly having travelled beyond any possible location for a hostelry, one comes unexpectedly upon The Gate, this situated in prime Hashing territory with "flat run" not a phrase likely to be mentioned by even the most Walter Mitty character type hare. A country boozer with so called gastro grub, log fires, nearly always difficult car parking unless the governor opens up his reserve field, a playground for kids or those punters inebriated on the 8% cider, this is an interesting and usually much enjoyed watering hole.