I really liked the Pig in Uck in Claybrooke Agna,
It’s typical of the jolly, unpretentious allrounders you get on the Warwickshire/Leicestershire border, a sub-category of boozer to be given protected status by the EU (oh).
I tipped up just before 2pm, starving, and fell on their mercy to feed a famished Fenboy. Folk who only have Spoons and Marston chain pubs will find the concept of 12-2, 6-9 dining rather quaint in 2019.
“Course yer can !”
“Choose a seat, the garden’s lovely if you wanna sit outside !” (it was hosing it down)
“Yer can borrow me brolly”
It’s the sort of welcome, and banter, that folk travel 2,000 miles for. Or 2 minutes from Magna Park.
The Landlady was interrupted by her phone, the ringtone inevitably the “Summer of ’69“.
The homebrew is best described as cheap and foamy, a competent 3.
One for new beer tickers, but not for fans of Prog Rock as the soundtrack in the lounge stuck rigidly to 2010s pop, none of which I’d heard of.
I spent a pleasant 10 minutes wondering what the scissors were for.
Proper pie fans would have something to say about the lid on the steak pie, too.
The puff pastry made an awful mess over the local CAMRA magazine, but once removed (who ever eats it ?) the actual steak stew was superb. A top homemade lunch.
Nothing controversial at all about the art in the Gents, of course.