Guy Fawkes
Young’s Hotel, which used to provide a mean lunchtime curry back in the 70s, served by two ancient women, possibly twins, who stomped about the place from kitchen to table complaining loudly about customers and their own poor feet, has transformed itself into the Guy Fawkes Hotel. It has long claimed to be on the site of GF’s birth, though this has been disputed, but only by a hundred yards or so. It now has some cosy drinking rooms, a real fire or two, and a good selection of real ales. Rudgates Viking was good on our visit. The lunchtime menu had some variety also – I had faggots for the first time, which in this instance clearly included liver. As I had never had faggots before, I can’t tell you where they were on a scale of 1-10, as faggots go, but they were very acceptable, especially with mushy peas. I can’t remember if GF was burned or hung, but I hope faggots weren’t involved.