What do you get your lover for your third anniversary (leather) that’s not a wallet or a belt?
That’s what the chirpy barmaid wanted to know from her regular customers at The Chelsfield when I popped in.
Apparently you should never buy a man shoes and a jacket’s too expensive...
“A waistcoat,” a husky-voiced drinker proffered. “It’s cheaper, there’s no f*****g sleeves’.
It was at that moment that my admiration for The Chelsfield and its people reached a high.
I had been impressed from the outset.
Its approach is imposing – a giant detached brick building with nicely-kept lawns and benches out front.
Inside is dazzling. It’s absolutely pristine, airy and bright with light flooding through the huge bay windows, even on a fairly miserable day.
For a moment, it felt more like a gentleman’s club with its high ceilings and wingback chairs.
Thankfully that feeling was quickly dissolved by the locals and their entertaining chatter about holidays, gifts and why someone was called ‘a***face’.
The Chelsfield’s obviously a social pub, with prominent boards advertising live music, quizzes and even make-your-own pizza nights.
Only one thing left a soured the experience a little – a lack of adventure on tap. The bar only served a handful of mass-produced fare and wasn’t particularly cheap at £3.75 for a Fosters.
It deserved better.
The Chelsfield, Windsor Drive, Chelsfield
How it rated:
Drink** Poor range
Price** Not good considering the range