Despite counting 19 cars in the very extensive car park, there were only about a dozen folk in the bar. They did, though, all turn to look at us as we walked in. Waiting for God(ot) came to mind. The short bar held two ales - Spitfire and one from The St Austell Brewery 'Proper Job'. Both were fine. The whole place had the air of faded grandeur (much like the regulars) and to the far side of the bar was an area which had once delighted to the tinkle of a piano and the slow waltz of ladies in elegant gowns. Now it's full of tables and only accommodates fried food and bingo. An experience, though not one worth repeating.
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