Saturday afternoon. I’ve finally found a pub playing the football, that allows kids, is not a sports bar and is close to home. The holy grail!!
Welcome to the Earl Percy.
I’ve walked past this pub a million times and to be honest, it’s not the most of inviting of pubs but web research showed that it broadcast the football. So off I went with the family in tow and low expectations.
I’ve walked past this pub a million times and to be honest, it’s not the most of inviting of pubs but web research showed that it broadcast the football. So off I went with the family in tow and low expectations.
Kids allowed. Tick.
Premier League on TV. Tick.
Pub not sports bar. Tick.
Close to home. Tick.
And then there were the extra unexpected bits: deep leather couches next to the fire, all day Thai menu (£4.50), bottles of wine on the cheap (£14 for our Peter Lehmann Shiraz), not too crowded, friendly staff.
Ah, the joys of losing an afternoon to the football.
The only gripe I have for the Earl Percy (which sounds like it should be rhyming slang) is the food. Like all the questionable culinary experiences, ie weddings, economy class aeroplane food etc, when faced with question, “Chicken or beef?” the answer is always chicken. I chose poorly with the beef in oyster sauce, the other chicken curry choices (green and yellow) were excellent.
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