A stone's throw from Penshurst Place in Kent, the Leicester Arms Hotel is a snug bar with a separate restaurant in a tiny village with no mobile phone reception. As a result its an ideal spot to take a break from work because the boss can't get you, no way.

As a pub goes, its a beaut - roaring log fire, friendly but slightly dizzy staff and a so traditional it hurt bar menu with the likes of faggots, liver, etc nestling amongst the quiches. We were in a good mood, if a little tired, so a mighty pint of the wonderful Stowford Press cider and a reviving Red Bull got our attention. From then on, I'm afraid it was all a bit of a disappointment. My burger (defiantly proclaimed as home-made on the menu) was indeed a hand-formed patty of tasty, good quality ground beef, but miniscule and overwhelmed by a veritable bucket of red-hot oven/microwaved chips. Why do they continue to do this with the humble and malleable potato? An accompanying salad garnish was nicely dressed. Q's quiche was ok if a little hard and again on the meagre side. A nice pub that needs to not be quite so mean. M