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“Yesterday we had cause to visit Brundall, a village...”

written by on 31/01/2010

Yesterday we had cause to visit Brundall, a village located on the River Yare, six miles out of Norwich in the direction of Great Yarmouth. It was not long after midday when we concluded our matters in hand, so we decided to call in at a pub called The Yare for a spot of luncheon. Situated between a large boatyard for the filthy rich and one of Brundall's two stations it looked an ideal spot for a middle of the day meal. How wrong we were!



We should have been put off by the frosty reception we received from the charmless nurk of a bar-steward. A ratty man who gave the impression that everything was too much trouble. But we ploughed on. There was a choice of three cask ales: Woodfordes Wherry, Greene King Abbot and Brains SA. I chose the Brains. The lady, a tea fanatic, ordered a cup of tea. For lunch we both ordered what we thought was a safe option, namely fish and chips.



The Yare has an idiosyncratic decor of yokel and boating artefacts. Interestingly the ceiling is covered with woven willow fencing. It probably seemed like a good idea at the time. The furniture was 1970s/1980s wood and velour. Nice! Sadly the addition plastic table cloths didn't exactly enhance the dining experience. Greasy spoon chic is just so last year!



The ale was acceptable, but that is all I can say about it. The fish and chips were just acceptable but bland in the extreme. The whole experience was a lesson in how to run a pub if you can't really be bothered. This pub is absolutely f*****g useless and I urge you, if you are ever in the area, to make a point of avoiding it.