Pleasant Irish pub who’s rating is greatly helped by a lovely pint of greene king IPA for just 1.49. It means that even a Central Londoner such as myself is tempted to travel up to the sticks for a drink. The lovely barmaid helped make the trip worthwhile too. The local freakshow, a shouty guy wearing a confederate flag as a skirt, was thankfully evicted after yelling too many random things at the other punters.