Boudicca (524) London, England | July 21, 2012
62 AMBIANCE 3/5 SERVICE 6/10 SELECTION 8/15 FOOD N/A VALUE 8/10 OVERALL 14/20
An idiosyncratic place, seemingly lost in time, with four barrels.
The Seven Stars is on the Moor – actually not a moor at all but the main market square in the centre of town. It’s untouched by time and a wonderful, quirky place. In the front bar there are no tables – just stools at the bar and window seats with tiny formica shelves big enough to hold two glasses, three at a pinch. It’s lit by two ancient neon lights over the bar, there’s wooden panelling on the walls and a yellow panelled ceiling adorned with a huge Cornish flag. Mobile ‘phones are clearly not welcome – there are several of them nailed to a board alongside a collection of key rings.
The toilets are in the yard, accessed through a dark, silent, once plush lounge room.
Visit soon as all this may change. The rather elegant façade of the pub already appears to be undergoing some sort of half-hearted renovation. In fact the atmosphere in the pub was rather funereal, perhaps not surprisingly as the long term landlord, by all accounts an eccentric and immensely popular fellow called the Reverend Barrington Bennetts (yes, he was a vicar!), had died on Christmas Eve last year (2011). It was the end of an era as the pub had been in his family for donkeys’ years.
(Visited 28 March 2012).