After a couple of beers in the Chain Locker on the quay, I thought I’d call in here on the way back to my hotel. Take heed! This place is just dire! There’s no other word to describe it. Clicky, cold, unfriendly, and that’s just the landlady. This is a place I would avoid at all cost. The Chain Locker is only 100yds away, but a thousand light years ahead in hospitality!

A fairly basic but comfortable locals’ pub up a very steep (but mercifully short) hill from the main street, well back from the harbour front. There are three hand pumps and one gravity tap competing for space with a collection of Good Beer Guides on the bar. The décor is quite simple 1970s style with various local artefacts on the walls – some photos of old Falmouth, more recent pictures of rowing boats (or gigs, as I believe they are called), a truncated oar bearing the pub’s name and half models of the gigs “Fury”, “Idas” and “Energy”. There are also some photos of Ann Glanville, a local rowing legend and hero from the nineteenth century and, bizarrely, some examples of what looks like 1920s erotica. To continue the sporting theme there’s also a cricket bat and a dart board surrounded by chunky nautical rope. It’s difficult to imagine the dart board ever being used, though - I hadn’t noticed it was there until I almost tripped over the oche to get to our table, which was right in front of it. (Visited 27 March 2012).