Wotton Hatch, Wotton, nr Dorking
Posted by pop at Nov 1, 06 07:32 PM ... Comments (0)
When put on the back foot, we went to the Wotton Hatch as Husb had said he fancied trying it when seeing it from the road (Guildford Rd). This place looked grandiose and hopefully tasty. As we walked around from the carpark, the aging clientele by the window looked happy inside as we experienced the alternating wafts of food/excrement/food/excrement/food/excrement (repeat to fade) until we got inside (the perils of the countryside).
Husb looked slightly alarmed, but agreed to give it a go. This was mainly because there was a table free by a big roaring fire, and more importantly Husb had spotted a black cat baking itself infront of the flames. The cat was called Harry, and it looked a little cross but seemed to enjoy the attention it got from Husb. I pointed out that a maulling from the in-house cat, might not be that cool, so he washed his hands and we tucked into:-
Starters
Breaded mushrooms with a garlic sauce (crispy and light)
Mushroom Soup (v.v.v.v. garlicy - husband thought there should be snails in there it was that good).
Mains
Chicken Something (stuffed with ham and gruyere, served with peas and chips)
Beef Burger with Bacon and Cheese (infused with basil leaves = 'ok').
Mains were good in pub food terms, but perhaps not what we really wanted (The Stephen Langton!!). The fire kept us warm and we were definately full. Service was fast, and the average age of the drinkers and eaters was reduced by a clutch of yummy mummys (late 30s +) who cackled and gossiped next to us (presumably while their husbands were working)...what an assumption - kept women in the Surrey Hills? NEVER!