Odd to say, but I’m glad to have a break from telling you how good Sheffield is (and it is) and get back to moaning about the state of beer and pubs in Oxon on a weekend.

But first, in response to countless requests, here’s that Banbury tart from the Chipping Norton post. I had no idea Banbury tart looked like a Cornish pasty either.


Yes, it made it home to the plate.


I wasn’t going to write about the eponymous Salford Inn, but Pubmeister hasn’t visited yet and he needs to be warned.  It looks OK, apart from the atrocious sign, a topic Duncan knows a lot about.

Wine bottle on a pub sign – hanging offence

Salford is a tiny village, somehow packing in a church, phone box, war memorial, overgrown tennis court, a phone box (with defibrillator), and a pleasant pub with polite staff and roaring fire.

The other Salford
Window seat, the Salford Inn

But hardly any customers. At 1pm on Saturday lunchtime, two old boys at the bar drinking lager, two beers on the pumps.  Ruddles and Green Jack. What’s wrong with Hooky ?

Lowestoft in Chippie

The Golden Best (“That’ll be £1.90, altogether“) had clearly been on for a few days and was starting to “fizz”. It wasn’t totally undrinkable, but I couldn’t drink it.  On the usual principle of never taking back a half in a village with a gibbet on the village green, I snuck out when they weren’t looking.


If a third of your custom on Saturday lunchtime is pub tickers you’re in trouble.  Use it or lose it Salford.

For Fox sake, why Green Jack

Ten miles north-east, past the Rollright stones (now a micro pub) and Hook Norton (now Hook Norton),  Bloxham has an edge-of-Cotswold appeal on its main street.


A rambling public school (whose school boys ought to learn to walk quicker),


the gorgeous looking Joiners Arms that looks like it ought to be a Donnington house,


and the Red Lion , yet another from Oxon’s collection of “How did that get in the Guide pubs“.  The pub sign is, again, a giveaway;

Oh dear

Again, it’s clearly the vast range of exciting beers that has propelled the Red Lion into the Guide.

Bedford’s finest (or is it Wolves ?)

The Young’s Ordinary looked a bit better but again lacked freshness (NBSS 2.5).  I really wish I’d been allowed to go for the Marstons 61 Deep on keg like the diners would have done if they weren’t drinking lager.  At least this place was packed.

I’m afraid the interior was so dull I couldn’t bring myself to take a photo from my perch at the bar. Use your imagination.


But finally, in Bodicote and the Plough, an example of how to do it.

Starting with the sign;

Rely on Wadworth

A real Oxon local, with horse brasses, over-excited locals and professional drinkers at the bar.

Wadworthland in Oxon

A rather magical drop of Wadworth 6X (NBSS 3.5), just as it was down the road in Adderbury this year.



As you can see, some quiet pubs on Saturday lunchtime in Oxon, reflected in beer quality.  I noticed two mainstream bitters on keg (Bass and Marstons), clearly a worrying trend.

On the plus side, Witney up next.



      1. “Pub and Dining”, “Pub and Kitchen”, “Dining with Rooms” and large words definitely. At the other end of the scale, broken glass outside the pub, net curtains and adverts for karaoke/drag acts.


  1. “For Fox sake, why Green Jack”

    That one when right over my ahead when I just looked at the photo (blush).

    “here’s that Banbury tart”

    And here’s me thinking that would be the ‘fine lady’ in the Banbury Cross nursery rhyme. (heh) 🙂



  2. That sign for The Plough looks very weather beaten, I seem to remember visiting it in the mid 80’s when it brewed its own ale including a very fine porter and wasn’t owned by Wadworth, FYI the Banbury Tart is shaped like a Forfar Bridie 😉

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