Pubs
For whom The Bell tolls
If only “local roast pheasant as tough as a shoe” and “vanilla set cream as tense as the latex of a Spitting Image puppet” were the worst things about Douglas Blyde’s overnight stay at The Bell in Ticehurst. His tribulations recall those of Hemingway’s Robert Jordan. It’s a harrowing tale indeed.
By Douglas Blyde, published on 14 December 2011
Water drinking wit: The Charles Lamb
Despite its ironic name, The Charles Lamb dispenses intriguing alcohol treats alongside plucky, flavoursome generous portions says Douglas Blyde.
By Douglas Blyde, published on 13 September 2011
German firm to brew beer, make clothing called… “Fucking Hell”
Our two readers will know that we at The Prodigal Guide like a good drink, or eight, and the ribaldry that naturally ensues. This said, the drinks consumed are usually oozing such sophistication and suffocatingly self-conscious branding that we can’t help but bring the following new beer and clothing brand to your attention. Germany’s “Fucking [...]
By Straight-Six, published on 30 March 2010
The Duke is missing a chef
“Here’s your pork” said the friendly, smiling waitress as she placed a plate of roast lamb and Yorkshire pudding down in front of us. Now the pedantic amongst you (and we’d expect most Prodigal readers to be so) will notice she’s made two mistakes. The first, being unable to tell the difference between a pig [...]
By The Prodigal Fool, published on 18 January 2009
