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A Damascene conversion, albeit at the hands of Green King. Once diabolical, this pub has emerged, butterfly-like to claim an easy win in any best pub in Didcot competition. The boards denoting train times are very useful and allow for a quick getaway, the food is slightly above avarege pub grub and the friendly service, previously the only plus point, has been by and large retained. OK, it's not scintillating but the improvement should be applauded.
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*CLOSED ON VISIT MAY 2008*
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Well, the earlier reviews cover it for me...
The staff are great, friendly, efficient and hard working. Whatever your pub, I reckon you'd be pleased to have them behind the bar.
That said, it *is* a rough working class dive full of boozed-up local rednecks. Like another poster, I too was harangued in monosyllables - albeit by a woman - but, this one incident aside, did not feel intimidated. Much. Mostly I just felt out of place. It's their pub, and I'm not one of them.
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Put the words "GREENE KING" and "DIDCOT" together and what do you get?
HEY PRESTO --- Possibly the worst pub in the world.
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Unbelievably, this pub has got worse since my last visit. They now have regular male and female strippers on Fridays and Saturdays. It's almost as though the managers are actively trying to become the worst pub in Didcot (a tricky competition to win). This latest development means that it is now definitely preferable to drink an open can of Stella you've picked up from the track just before you hear the words "the service approaching platform 2 is a non-stopping service, please stand back from the platform" fizzing from the tannoy into your soon to be smashed up head.
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After the demise of the Great Western next door (now a car park), this pub - renamed the Three Lions for the duration of the 2006 World Cup - has a monopoly on visitors who fancy a pint on being inevitably delayed at Didcot Parkway station.
On a recent visit, we were harangued in monosyllables by a man sporting full Reading Football Club leisurewear. The staff do their best and are the only bright spark since the demise of the perfectly decent jukebox back in 2005.
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My mother always told me that if one hasn't got anything positive to say then one should keep one's mouth shut. Thus, the positives should come first. The staff at this establishment are never anything other than friendly and efficient. The pub is sloce enough to the train station that one can enjoy a pint until a minute or two before the scheduled train back to London (or wherever).
Next door there used to be another pub which has been turned into a carpark. One might say that this has got a better atmosphere than the venue in question. That would be unfair. The Prince of Wales is an unreconstructed boozer which is marginally preferable to enjoying a can of gin 'n tonic from the Pumkin cafe on platform 2 of Didcot Parkway train station. Marginally.
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A rough working class dive ful of boozed-up local rednecks.
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Great pub my mate nick loves it and says it's the bestest pub in the world ever they can't even tell he's underage
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Just awful! a real chav stronghold; the locals are loud, intimidating and cannot converse at all without 80% of the content being "F**K"; or similar.
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