This former hunting lodge is, or was, a pub in disguise. Edward VII had the Clifton declared a hotel so he could pursue his paramours without being accused of doing so in a pub; a large etched mirror (‘Assirati’s Temperance Bar’) is probably another Edwardian ruse. Today, it’s simply a relaxing spot for enjoying a pint.
The range of ales isn’t enormous but they’re in good shape, the best bets from a bar that doesn’t offer many surprises. The large front terrace fills with couples and paint-spattered workmen; inside, the dormouse quiet is only broken by the clack of Othello counters or the roar of the crowds on Sky Sports on Sunday afternoons. Diners may retire to the conservatory or the secluded back garden to tuck into the pub grub.