In need of a lazy Sunday, but craving a good ol’ English home-cooked dinner, we booked a table at The Castle Inn, Hurst.
Parts of it dates back to the 10th century which promises a dark and cozy atmosphere. Just what we were looking for.
It was a typical grey and dull January afternoon. Our table was booked for 1.30pm and the external lights were already on.
Saint Nicolas church sits opposite. The Inn was once owned by the church and was known as The Church House.
It contained the villages only bread oven, which can still be seen in the Snug Bar.
I was keen to snap a picture for you, but a small table was in front with a young couple enjoying a intimate lunch. I’m a hopeless romantic, so you’ll have to go and see it for yourselves.
A small but neat bear garden overlooks the village bowling green. Lovely for the summer months.
(Doh – I missed the nice big garden at the back – so don’t forget to check it out if you have a visit).
Stepping inside you face a little bar. Inside is made up of 3 small rooms and hurrah it is dark and cozy.
We get shown to our table by the friendly staff.
I was thrilled with the menu, it was exactly what we had been craving. We changed our minds a few times, spotting new things.
Settling back Charlotte takes one for the team and snuggles up to her Dad who was nursing a heavy cold. She’s young and healthy, she’ll be fine! Dosed up and relaxed Andy had begun to feel a little better.
I spot a cool photo of The Castle Inn in the days of horse and carts.
Hubby still hasn’t got used to his varifocal glasses, does anyone?! He’s gone for the under rim look today.
James starter was so fresh tasting. The avocado in it, the crunchy salad leaves with the gorgeous sauce went so well with the juicy prawns and crab meat. A wonderful starter.
Charlotte and Andy shared this dish. It was exactly what it said and they tucked in happy.
My salad was another good one. The goats cheese was lovely being grilled and I especially enjoyed the beetroot with it.
Hunger staved, we caught up on each others news. These times are so precious. As a family we talk around a table, more than anywhere else (except maybe the dog sofa in the kitchen).
Turning up the cozy dial a bottle of red is opened and an amazing roast is served.
The Yorkshire is a crispy as can be. There’s loads of gravy to soak into it and those potatoes are creamy and full of flavour.
The ribeye of beef was melt in the mouth and sooo beeeefy! I was all over the creamy cauliflower. Huge fan.
James went for this extraordinary sounding burger. I had expected it to be about a foot high, but James confirms that it was very tasty, and mentioned awesome chips several times. They were (we all pinched one, as is standard).
Hubby went for the ultimate comfort dish of sausages and mash. He tore off some Yorkshire pud, practically turning it into a toad in the hole. Perfect man meal.
It was about now that hubby spotted a part of the wall that was framed. It was an exposed part of Wattle and Daub, a form of Saxon wall construction. This one was an example from the early 16th century. Amazing!
We decided to share desserts. Andy and Charlotte both fancied a sticky toffee pud. This one was a little unexciting.
Me and James went for the Ice Cream Union ice-creams and sorbets. There’s some yummy flavours to try.
We had a very good Sunday lunch at The Castle Inn and would recommend it.
It’s a great pub for this time of year. No open fires, but log burners in each room and giant barrels with big candles on that would give a fabulous atmosphere in the evenings.
Church Hill looks as if nothing much has changed for ever.
As I take this last shot (Charlottes clever idea) I see hubby having a big blow of his nose behind me.
Time to go and settle in the living room for a lazy afternoon with the dogs. Thank heavens for lazy, cozy Sundays.
The Castle Inn