The Ox Hotel

Sadly not named after a large and masculine plough-pulling beast, but rather a common day spud, the Ox Hotel is no small potato. The comfortable atmosphere would make King Edward feel at home, while the selection of proper drinks has more or less anything you could Desiree and is fit for a Jersey Royal. Take it steady though, since you wouldn't want to get mashed and end up dancing out of town behind a pied Maris Piper. Just don't mention the, ahem, famine, and certainly don't ask the obvious question - why didn't they just eat something else?

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