Oldest pub in all of England. And it's here in Nottingham.
Although I don't drink, I was really hungry and it had been a long cold day.
A rather nondescript entrance. Easily missed if not for the earlier signboard.
Carved out of stone caves, it isn't quite claustrophobic-friendly.
When I first heard them talking about the place, I honestly thought they were planning for a religious pilgrimage to seek their savior, Jesus Christ. Little did I realize it was far from it.
Apparently there are many such caves in, around and under Nottingham which may serve as tourist attractions to an otherwise boring city.
Seating here is rather limited so either stand by the bar and drink or come with someone if you want to get a table. Certainly not very foreveralone dining friendly.
There is another counter upstairs but it was closed.
What's your poison? Well, none of it is mine. But I entertained the idea with a pint of cider. Slightly more bearable than beer.
Macaroni cheese £7.95: Watercress, crispy shallots and garlic ciabatta.
Although vegetarian, it was possibly the best thing for a cold day and rainy night. The cheese was not overpowering and it didn't cold down fast so it remained hot until the last morsel.
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