The Duchess of Cornwall

Just had Sunday lunch at our local, the food in the duchess was delicious and plentiful as always. Freddie G was smiling as ever, and the rest of the staff here are fantastic, always cheerful and professional. Well worth a visit at any time - you won't regret it!!

Highly recommend the Duchess of Cornwall for Sunday lunch. Lots of choice and the food was delicious. Nice friendly staff and excellent service - the atmosphere is great and the lots of space just to relax and socialise.

A Most Unexpectedly Delightful Encounter at The Duchess of Cornwall Oh, where do I even begin with my visit to The Duchess of Cornwall? If pubs were novels, this one would be a rich, leather-bound Victorian tome with golden-edged pages and a secret compartment in the back that hides a flask of Birra Moretti and a couple of perfectly crisp chips. Let me set the scene. It was a Tuesday, not the most glamorous day of the week, but certainly a contender now in my book, and we decided to stop in at The Duchess of Cornwall. From the outside, it gives you that “is this a hidden gem or a place where you might accidentally join a darts league?” kind of vibe. Spoiler alert: it’s very much the former. Now, onto Freddie. Ah, Freddie. Our server, host, possibly an undercover poet and almost certainly the reason that Instagram filters feel redundant. He had that sort of low key attractive quality that sneaks up on you. You know, not in a flashy, obvious “look at my cheekbones” way, but more like a character in a BBC period drama who steals every scene simply by refilling your pint and making casual, effortless eye contact. Kind, attentive, not overbearing, and charming in a “probably owns vinyl records and a houseplant he talks to” kind of way. If Freddie ever reads this: stay humble, sir. Now, to the true star of the evening: the chips. My goodness. These were not just chips, they were golden, crispy, beautifully seasoned batons of culinary sorcery. The outside had a gentle crunch that audibly whispered, “yes, you’re doing life right,” while the inside was fluffy enough to qualify as a memory foam mattress. They were hot but not mouth-scorchingly so, as if the kitchen staff were psychically aware of my snack impatience. I found myself analyzing the seasoning mid bite, was that a hint of rosemary? Or just divine intervention? Either way, I was spiritually moved. We drank Birra Moretti, because sometimes you have to lean into the classics. Cold, crisp, and perfectly served in glasses that actually fit the beer (a surprisingly rare joy), it paired beautifully with both the chips and our slowly rising admiration for the pub’s overall vibe. Speaking of the vibe, let’s talk decor. It’s as if someone with a great sense of style but absolutely no desire to brag about it decorated the place. Cozy yet elegant. Tasteful, but not in that boring “we saw this on Pinterest” way. Think: deep wood tones, warm lighting, and quirky touches that made you feel like you were somewhere special, but also like you could spill a bit of ketchup and not be publicly flogged. Now, the parking. Ah yes. If the chips were heavenly, the parking was… shall we say… purgatorial. It’s the kind of setup that makes you question your spatial reasoning, your life decisions, and possibly the alignment of the planets. At one point I was convinced I had parallel parked into another dimension. It’s less “parking lot” and more “vehicular jigsaw puzzle.” But hey, life’s all about balance, and what’s a great meal without the thrill of wondering if you’ll need to be airlifted out of your spot? All in all, The Duchess of Cornwall is an absolute treat. Come for the chips, stay for the ambiance, fall just a little bit in love with Freddie, and maybe consider arriving on foot. Would I go back? Absolutely. Would I bring a measuring tape to check the parking spaces? Also yes. 10/10 experience, minus 1 point for the parking, but we’ll round it back up because the chips really were that good.