Nestling in a corner of St John’s Square, this sprawling gastropub-cum-restaurant is a lofty, industrial-chic space with exposed ducts and dangling lamps, square columns and a shiny topped bar,
plus various chill-out lounge areas with leather sofas. Take a pew or stand your ground with a pint of real ale or something from the sharp, organically biased wine list; otherwise head to the
dining room for plates of ‘British tapas’ (beetroot-cured salmon, shepherd’s pie croquettes, steamed cockles with pancetta) or something more filling – perhaps an ‘artisan pie’, cider-braised pork
belly with Bramley apple jelly or charred leek and Stinking Bishop charlotte. Sharing boards and slates of cheese, home-cured meats and ‘crafty treats’ such as crispy pig’s ears and brawn fritters
are also worth a punt, while desserts are flag-wavers including steamed rhubarb and ginger pud with custard.