Quite a shock to get home, upload my photos to irritate two teenage boys by slowing down their internet games, and realise how many posts I still have to do from the middle of December.
This is the Kent of Winston Churchill and National Trust Wives, rather than micro pubs and Tracy Emin, but there’s been good pubs here over the years (the Royal Oak at Crockham Hill especially). Paul Bailey is your site for “not quite too posh” Kent dining pubs.
Westerham seems to rotate its Beer Guide entry each year, perhaps more to do with having a solid set of pubs than the Invasion of the Micro Pubs and craft beer bars now invading the To(/u)nbridges.
Proving that craft is sweeping the nation, you have a choice of Greene King, Courage, Harveys and perhaps Westerham itself here.
I suspect some folk still regard the Seafarers in the George & Dragon with suspicion.
One daring chap, perhaps to create his own craft, has a pint of HSB/Seafarers mix, causing great excitement (a relative term) at the bar. Not much excitement about a wholly adequate Pride (NBSS 2.5).
The pub itself is an American tourist’s dream, all half-timber and cricket bats on the wall.
In the week before Christmas, the entire septuagenarian population was settling in for their parsnips and sprouts. WHY DO PEOPLE EAT THIS RUBBISH AT CHRISTMAS ?
In contrast, the non-foody area had a few professional drinkers (some younger than me) at the bar, but was otherwise deserted.
Surely nothing to do with a giant, unloved TV screen and the lack of beermats ?