My guest and I ordered a bottle of the house red while we chose from the menu.
Ordinarily I wouldn’t really mention what I had to drink, but this particular bottle caught my eye.
‘Wine of the European Community.’ It seemed as though Monsieur Sarkozy and Frau Merkel had their fingers wrapped around my bottle of wine. Dave would have a few things to say about this, I am sure.
We ordered. I went for the beer-battered haddock, chips and mushy peas. My guest opted for the vegetarian lasagne.
The food was good. The batter did not fall off the fish, as it does in so often and the mushy peas were well made, with the correct consistency-I wasn’t left with a pile of green sludge on my plate, as I have had in the past.
My guest was also pleased with her choice. “It really does taste home-made, not like something that’s been taken from a packet,” she said.
Many establishments like the Swan Hotel, try too hard to be a restaurant they are clearly not. They offer strange plate combinations, which annoy rather than compliment.
The Swan, in that sense, is a pretty down to earth and straight forward place to go and eat. You know what you are getting, so there is rarely any disappointment.
The Swan is a 17th century coaching inn and not much has changed.
There is a roaring log fire in the bar area, surrounded by oak furniture and beamed ceilings.
It has a real local feel to it.
Although I didn’t meet Basil Fawlty and Manuel had probably been deported due to new government rules about being able to speak English in the workplace, it was reassuring that there are still good, traditional establishments one can eat in.
The gastro-pub may be a feature of the modern-day restaurant scene, but there is evidently still space for the classic pub-style food that I thought had been lost forever.
Money Spent: £8.95