The Grey Horse — Restaurant in England

★☆☆☆☆ Like Stepping Into a Pub-Themed Escape Room — Only You Never Escape

What a fall from grace. This place used to be a gem, but now it’s more like a social experiment in how fast a pub can go downhill.

First off, the welcome is about as warm as a wet sock. Staff look at you like you’ve just walked into their living room uninvited — and they’re not happy about it. If atmosphere could talk, this one would say, “Why are you here?”

Then there’s the dog. Not a charming pub mascot. No, this one’s a relentless beggar with the subtlety of a tax inspector. Try eating without it staring into your soul and pawing at your chips — I dare you.

Quiz night? Oh yes, that glorious mess. Questions that feel like they were Googled five minutes before the start and prizes that seem to have been sourced from the back of someone’s junk drawer. You don’t win so much as inherit clutter.

And don’t even think about playing pool. The table’s jammed into a space so tight it’s like trying to play snooker in a wardrobe. You’ll need a degree in geometry and the patience of a saint just to line up a shot without smashing a wall.

Honestly, it’s a tragedy. This place used to be the beating heart of the community — now it’s more like a cautionary tale with overpriced pints. Avoid, unless you’re a fan of disappointment...

Stayed here for work and my girlfriend came along. Lovely, traditional pub with four cask ales on. Wainwright, Doom Bar and Hobgoblin Gold make for a safe but unadventurous selection. The guest ale (Strike? Pale Ale) was great though and very moreish.

Every single staff member was friendly and efficient and a credit to the pub. The room was bloody lovely! As it was a business booking with price being crucial I wasn't expecting much but even my gf was impressed. Special mention for the towels which were eminently stealable (we didn't), lots of little touches. The telly could have been a bit bigger but a minor gripe.

The breakfast made me feel like Mr Creosote out of the Monty Python sketch! The table was rammed but the plates just kept coming out. I'm a veggie and that wasn't an issue and the drive home was best described as bloated!

I've visited this pub a few times over the years and I know it's had it's ups and downs but Tess and her team certainly put the customer first. Wish they would come and...

I’ve been going to the grey horse for nearly 10 years. I’ve worked there under multiple landlords, the community are my friends and I have babysat their children and watched them grow, all from meeting people in the pub. It is at the core of the village community. Since the new landlords arrived just over a year ago, they have proceeded to close at 9:30pm on their busy nights, kicking customers out mid drink. They have openly said they do not want to be busy while talking about how broke they are, now they are on a streak of barring people. This started with myself, then my partner, and now many of the core customers in the community have been barred for a wealth of bizarre reasons. Visiting the grey horse is comparable to visiting a Karen’s Diner, where the staff are employed to be rude and insult you. It’s such a shame that the village has ended up with this. There is nothing but never ending drama now, and everyone waiting on tenterhooks to see if they are next to be barred. It’s such a...