It was heartening to discover that the rural charm of its location and the enticingly beautiful old building that makes The Staunton Arms, Staunton, Notts such a winning venue is under new management. God, what a shambles the previous owners were. I recall a microwave Lasagne so greasy the pasta nearly slipped from it's dish like a malformed deep sea fish (and it smelled oddly fishy too). Insipid unloved beers. Fuck all decent wine. Coach parties of old crusties for clientele. Distinctly depressing.
No longer!
There is a new sheriff in town and this fellow has gunned down anyone connected to that former incarnation. Now the Staunton Arms is unrecognisable. Posh wood and smart furnishings mingle with country Inn decor. Tremendous hearty menu cooked with passion and generosity. Cracking ales (including my fave Harvest Pale). Wonderful terraced beer deck overlooking the smartest farm I've ever seen. Class.
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