The first half dozen or so Dukes of Cumberland died without fathering children - only one managed an illegitimate "issue". Fortunately, the establishment which takes his name does not suffer such impotence. We found ourselves in a proper country pub, busy at Sunday lunch time with many locals supping a decent selection of Ales including Marstons and Sussex and a sensibly priced wine list. (Don't spoil your menu by indulging in too many of the free bar snacks that include tasty sausage pieces, while ordering drinks at the bar.) We took our seats at scrubbed pine tables and admired the profusion of hop garlands that bedecked the ceilings and walls. Our three roasts and and one fried scampi arrived quite soon. The "proper" Sunday dinners looked to be "the business" - and so it proved. Four generous in size and thickness slices of meat, excellent roast potatoes (the best I've had in a restaurant) and parsnips, filled the plate. My crackling crunched. Additional veg came separately. Both the pork and beef were declared excellent - as was the scampi whose accompanying chips were crispy. Two of us were tempted to share apple pie with custard from an extensive dessert menu with all the usual suspects. Beneath the suet shortcrust, large chunks of apple were found. There sharpness contrasting the plentiful jug of vanilla flavoured custard. Would not hesitate to return.
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