The Prince Arthur still has the feel of a neighbourhood pub, due in part to classic but attractive gastropub fittings of chunky wooden tables, dark-green leather stools and taxidermy on the walls. Indeed, many regulars choose to ignore the food and treat the place purely as a fine venue for a pint: perhaps of Adnams bitter, Bitburger lager or Symonds cider.
The very British menu is reliable and solid, with high-quality ingredients used throughout, though dishes aren’t especially original – or swift to change. Mainstays include starters of a half or full pint of prawns (served with mayonnaise), and pork, green peppercorn and garlic terrine. To follow, Adnams-battered haddock and chips, and ham hock with pease pudding and parsley sauce are normally present among the main courses.
Vegetarians might go hungry if they’re not tempted by the sole veggie main (jerusalem artichoke risotto, on our last visit); traditional meat-based dishes dominate the repertoire. If that’s your thing, you’re likely to feel at home among the friendly locals, who range from twentysomething hipsters to groups of middle-aged, and mainly middle-class, locals who often come here on a Monday evening for the entertaining quiz.