We thought we'd try sunday lunch at The Pegwell Bay Hotel, as it had good recommendations and is very local to home. The hotel is a large imposing presence at the end of a quiet road, with ample parking facilities and a welcoming countenance. Unfortunately, a large group of 40 had just settled in for lunch, so the helpful recceptionist suggested we would be better off across the road in the 'Stanley'. Over we went, and entered a cosy country pub, complete with open fire and welcoming landlord. We were given a table by a window, and ordered our lunch straight away. Roast Beef for both, with a Minestrone soup for myself and a bruschetta for my companion. we settled down to wait...and wait. Finally the couple next to us were served their main coures (pork instead of beef for one!). We were intrigued, we'd been there some time before them, and not been served. Eventually, after 25 minutes, my companion gave up and went to enquire what was going on. A couple of minutes letter, the landlord came over and offered us a cock eyed tale about how the order had got messed up, and our starters overlooked. I told him that even if the starters had been overlooked, we had not been offered a main course either. So far, so unimpressed. Then the starters arrived. My soup was accompanied with some bread that was as old as Bruce Forsyth's gags, and as dry as Jack Dee's. Not funny, I thought. Our genial host came back when we had finished our starters, and was informed. I think he may have worked out that I was not overawed. Main course arrived promptly, but by heck it was rubbish. Thin grey slivers of meat, stringy roast potatoes and a tedious medley of school dinner vegetables, topped off with thin but greasy gravy. The only reason that this review warrants two stars, rather than one, is thw fact that we were not charged for the starters. Bitterly disappointing, and we won't be going back.
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