This white wine was selected by the simple expedient of taking the most expensive of the half dozen or more middle-of-the-road white wines on offer there. Entirely satisfactory, maybe three times the price of what appears to be the same stuff at reference 2. So a reasonable mark up; someone has to pay from the thatch, quite possibly, these days, from next door Portugal. Taken, in my case, with smoked brisket of beef, this last being a first.
Regarding yesterday's moan about bread (at reference 1), I tried the mixed bread basket by way of a starter, Which turned out to be mixed lumps of warm bread, quite possibly manufactured rather than just warmed up on the premises, but none of which were proper white bread. And this being very much a higher grade of pub-grub.
The next day, we wondered about how a public house (plus restaurant plus B&B) in a small, out of the way village, makes a living, which it clearly does. How does it get its custom? It does not seem to have a website, or even a Facebook account, so perhaps, apart from locals, it has to rely on repeat visits, word of mouth and fliers placed in racks of same.
PS: bread factlet: I am presently reading the MacCarthy biography of Eric Gill, as searching for 'Gill' will reveal. I read this morning that Gill was someone else with a bit of a fetish about home made bread, weaving it into his myth of a proper family life - a myth which might well have included the bread taken at Communion, Gill being a religious chap, a convert to Catholicism - but this fetish did not extend to him actually making the stuff. That job was delegated to his wife, who was not, it seems, much good at it.
Reference 1: http://psmv3.blogspot.com/2018/07/royal-lion.html.
Reference 2: https://www.decantalo.com/en/.
Reference 3: winos might care to take a peek at the horse's mouth, that is to say at http://www.fentowines.com/en. I learn that this particular wine came from an area, the name of which might be loosely translated as the Garden of Eden.
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