How The Cock Inn, Ringmer, restored my faith in pub food and not-at-home Sunday roasts.
Some people reading my writings about food might think I’m a bit of a food snob. I can see how that might be misconstrued, so here’s something that might redress the balance.
… or how a friend’s 21st birthday party was ruined by Brewer’s Fayre and Whitbread plc at the Nevill Crest and Gun in Eridge, near Tunbridge Wells, Kent.
As Homer Simpson once said, “I know they’re all God’s creatures, but why did he have to make them all so tasty!?”. I like eating dead animals. However they taste much better if they were happy animals during life.