Black Swan

On arriving at the pub, neither the landlord nor the two locals at the bar acknowledged us. On ordering drinks, the landlord was about as warm and welcoming as a prison door. The lady who was also working semmed a lot more pleasent. We ordered and waited. And waited. And waited. The starters eventually arrived and were basic, coarse and hanging off too small plates. Perhaps this was the chefs night off, as the landlord seemed to have dissappeared (into the kitchen?) and the lady was left to serve food, drinks and take orders. If the landlord WAS cooking, then suggest he doesnt. because he cant.

We ate what we could of the starters and they were eventually cleared twenty minutes after we had finished.

Then we waited for the main course. And we waited, and we waited.

Then appeared what were probably the worst two dishes we have ever seen. Slow roast pork belly, nuked in the micowave until it nearly came back to life. Rubbery, dry and laughing back at us. Chucked onto a bucketful of purple cabbage and all swamped with dark brown 'gravy'. Gross and inedible. the other-
A main coarse of fish in soggy, half cooked pastry and dumped onto some watery med veg mess was equally disgusting. We werent asked if we wanted side orders. Perhaps some chips would have rescued the meals? Doubtful.

We walked out paying begrudgingly for the starters and drinks only.

We have read other (good) reviews and think either the chef had topped himself earlier in the day or there had been a total change in management and the house was now being run by former civil servants.

Nice lady, let down by kitchen that quite frankly should be shut down and a miserable landlord who should join the chef on the gallows. Shame on you.