George Hotel — Restaurant in England

The pub we used got new stupid management and so we needed another. We decided to try the George because it had a big car park and we usually had a boat on tow. Went to talk to them first as the kids were about 10. 'If they play up Ill throw them out'. I said 'Only if I dont throw them out first'. Usually arrived dripping wet always sat at the same table. Drank coke and tea. Landlord a bear of a man. Sings Christmas carols starting in July. Favourite word - bargain. Bar staff, Grace Ali and Tash. Professional courteous graceful All round beautiful people, Then there is Mrs Landlady. Beautiful people too but she cooks! Discovered Cowboy burgers, chicken tikka, soup, gammon, mixed grill, bangers and mash, fried breakfasts, roast dinner...Ive probably had more but forgot. Only once did we have a problem with a meal. It was immediately dealt with and we have never complained again. Mrs landlady has literally adjusted each and every meal for each of us! Just how we like them. She literally asks whos having what meal and does it with no fuss. Incredible. They seem to specialise in watching football. Not my thing, but they obliged when I asked to see the Dakar. Live music is usually good. Spent many hour listening to bands in there. Only iffy bit is the toilets. The urinals are set for 8 foot tall people, so wellies...

Never had a crossed word or raised voices - except 'BARGAIN!'

I suppose the three of us have been here about three times a week on average for the past thirteen or so years.

One of the best things thats happened to us over the years was to find this pub...

The George Poole, home to many great characters! None more alluring and charismatic though than everyone’s favourite bartender, the enigmatic Grace. Grace is the enchanting temptress behind the bar who lights up the lives of the many melancholic somber souls that gather round the bar in the otherwise dark and dismal evenings in Poole. Always service with a smile and always something to say to make the customer feel valued and welcome (together with her trademark twirl, naturally). Her mesmeric pirouettes and gyrations behind the bar blend seamlessly with her expert pint-pulling and engaging, customer-focused service. To watch Grace empty the glass washer is an absolute treat for all the senses... she visually and studiously ponders her every move, as if vying with Kasparov in the chess world finals, before making her considered decision and taking matching glassware in each hand and returning it to its rightful place on the designated shelf. It takes her some time to empty a full washtray but it is completed exquisitely from the first to very last glass... before the pirouettes take over once again and she takes to the floor and glides fluidically from table to table, collecting more glasses for the next wash load. All in all, a great experience, one which I’d certainly urge people to come to see for themselves. You won’t be...

Called in here for drinks after being at the Lighthouse and I had a beer (Palmers IPA) but when served it was cloudy and tasted off. So I said to the young barmaid that I think that this is off. She referred it to an older guy on a barstool on the patron side of the bar who shouted out loud (it was busy) that you don’t know your beer mate. Anyway, I was given another beer that wasn’t to my taste so I politely took a few gulps and left it. I do know my beers having a lifetime membership of CAMRA since being a student many years ago. Never, ever have I received such a rude dismissal in public in all the years of tasting beer ( notwithstanding being a paying customer). It’s a no brainier that I shall not return to this establishment - Marstons can do...