Forget those minimalist gin palaces with bare bulbs and silent waiters. The Grange has a jukebox that plays everything from The Clash to Frank Sinatra, and it’s always the right volume for a chat. You can actually have a conversation without shouting, which is a superpower in modern pubs.
The staff are the kind of people who remember your order after the second visit. They’ll call you “mate” or “love” and not blink an eye if you spill a bit of your ale. It’s a level of relaxed professionalism that makes you feel like a regular even if you’ve only popped in for directions.
And the dog policy? It’s basically “if your dog is chill, they’re welcome.” You’ll see more wet noses than fancy cocktails here, and watching a golden retriever try to catch a crisp is a solid ten minutes of pure entertainment.
The Food: Comfort on a Plate
Don’t come here expecting molecular gastronomy or a tiny tower of foam. Come expecting a proper Sunday roast that makes you want to nap immediately after. The Yorkshire puddings are the size of a small planet, and the gravy is thick enough to stand a spoon in.
Their fish and chips is a classic: crispy batter, flaky fish, and chips that are actually fat and fluffy. It’s the kind of meal that makes you feel like you’ve earned a second pint, even if all you did that day was decide to walk here.
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One time, I saw a bloke order the steak and ale pie, and he literally just stared at it for a solid minute before taking a bite. He looked like a man who had just rediscovered joy in a puff pastry. That’s the power of The Grange’s kitchen.
