While a pub called “The Prince Harry” might conjure up visions of something not relating to food, one definitely can’t help but think of the ginger topped prince. It turns out the pub was renamed the year of Prince Harry’s wedding in an attempt to garner more fame and fortune. While it can’t be said for certain if the Prince has ever visited himself, though the manager thinks he must have at some point growing up in the town, the place feels like a strange shrine to him covered in his photos.

We nearly didn’t enter the pub BECAUSE of the name- is anyone still a Harry fan?- but after reading chain pub menus we had seen all week, we decidedly for a seemingly more local menu. THANK GOODNESS WE DID.

After lengthy discussions with the very kind manager, we both landed on the steak and ale pie which was an absolute triumph. Flavorful stew artfully tucked into puff pastry, nestled on a bed of fresh veg and mash. Wow- mind blown! My mum, who I was travelling with, proceeded to ask a litany of questions about the recipe and technique. So much so, that the recipe was refused, but we were able to see a pie in process before it was baked. Mum immediately went home and ordered the baking rings so she could try to recreate this incredible dish herself.

After such a mind blowing pub dish, the same kind manager talked us into sticky toffee pudding with similar enthusiasm. While it was nice, sticky toffee is something you need approximately two bites of before calling it so we struggled to finish this one.

The kindness and thorough discussions with the manager sealed the deal that this was about the best pub ever. He even gifted us a sparkling apple juice to try as a refreshing starter to a hot day. While we’ve been back from this meal for about two weeks now, mum and I are both mentally recreating this meal in our heads and no joke, she has already planned her return back to The Prince Harry.