Another one Paul will know, one stop (Penshurst) up the line and then a brisk walk.
Never heard of Bough Beech either, though clearly the well-to-do diners of west Kent and visitors to the National Trust honeypots of Chartwell and Emmetts know where to get their Prosciutto di San Daniele and Fricassee of woodland mushrooms.
You’ll know I’m a sucker for medieval pubs with suits of armour, tables set for diners in suits and pashminas, Le Mans posters, and inoffensive R & B.*
No, really I am. It’s no different from the Wykeham, really.
Now, I quite like the Westerham beers, despite weekly re-branding, but I wanted to test whether the beer world love-in with Harvey’s Sussex is justified once you leave the cosy homelands of Lewes and Borough.
I took the only seat not occupied by diners, a high table near the bar.
A couple of gentlefolk were enjoying an aperitif (whatever that is) in front of the fire, reminiscing about Venice and it was a peaceful 5 minutes with an adequate Best (NBSS 3). I doubt the occasional ale drinker would know what the fuss was about, mind.
As I left the last couples were being called through to the restaurant, which is what the Wheatsheaf is. It’s no doubt a cracker of a restaurant, a Brunning & Price of a restaurant, in fact.
*That’s a joke