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|Address:||32 High St, Hinxton CB10 1QY|
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I took some family here for dinner to celebrate my brother's first weekend off from his officer training at Sandhurst. Thank god I'd persuaded him to borrow a pair of jeans from my husband so he wasn't in the dining room in his bottom-skimming running shorts, all his befuddled brain had told him to pack on leaving the barracks. Because this is what passes for fancy dining in these here parts and it would just be rude to ruin the romantic and special meals everyone else has come out for with bare-faced cheek. The dining room with its light oak tables, high apex ceiling and bright lighting is not quite as atmospheric-ancient-pub as you might hope and gives it a wannabe restaurant air which I think is a bit of a shame as the snug bar and hallway areas have more of the grade 2 listed character and consequently are more fun, at least judging by the volume levels- hushed in our area, occasionally shrieking in the bar. The menu is quite wide and adventurous for a village pub: my sister in law had smoked eel while I had foodie combo favourite scallops with black pudding for starters. My main of lemon poached salmon with a green pea bavarois (woooo, fancy!) was lovely. My husband had a ridiculously enormous pudding plate for dessert with 4 “sample size” puds which pretty much finished him off and I think my brother's waistband (or rather my husband's waistband) was also rather strained. A few ales each for the boys and a couple of wines for the girls, and the bill came in at a very reasonable £142 for 4 of us. Our table with its trestle-bench seating was a bit unkind on behinds and service was not particularly slick but it was generally a fairly relaxing evening. We were entertained in particular by a gaggle of strangely dressed youngsters who kept straggling in and out of the pub; turned out to be a group of the staff (explained plaintively our NFI young waitress) on a fancy dress themed night out. Perhaps my brother's buttock-revealing sportswear wouldn't have been so out of place after all.