Ughh.
The pub looked charming from the outside, so we entered... the (mild mannered) locals finished giving us the once-over, and we took in the lite-rock radio and Cory on the telly..and.we thought it might be okay. We each ordered what was supposed to be French Onion Soup (for a freezing January day). It could only be described as French Vinegar broth with Cheddar Cheese topping. It was vile from bite one, and haunted us for hours after. When we told our local host where we had been, he said, "Oh no! Not that place!"