The Fox And Hounds, Donnington

Used to be the finest, greatest pub in the whole wide world. Landlord (Harry) always missing and Jane the barmaid ran EVERYTHING. Now she knew about beer, food and a happy welcome.It was virtually her pub in all but name.

Open fires in the winter, several guest ales. Tons of different local groups used to use this pub as a meeting place. Because it was, quite simply, 'THE BEST'

Then Harry left, Jane went elsewhere and the present bunch of chuckle-heads took over. Beer no longer cared for, food a bit hit and miss (when it's on). No smile, no welcome, "give us your money and go" seems to be the order of the day.
Small garden at front. Showered by lead exhaust fumes from the A34 which runs straight along the back of the pub and above the height of the pub. So all fumes and carcinogens (from diesel) fall and cascade over the whole pub.

A good pub gone bad.

6 Aug 2006 21:03