I have not eaten or drunk at the Old Gate. When I entered I wanted to look at the beer pumps to see what was on offer, since there were several available. In doing so I needed say "Excuse me" to get past two chaps and a dog who were occupying that space at the bar. One of them took exception to this and started a tirade of limited vocabulary, most words beginning with "F". The barmaid approached and mildly reprimanded this oaf, whose name (Paul) she knew. She asked me politely what I would like but he was still swearing so I left.
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