It amazes me that I’ve not yet written about the delightful gem that is the Old Mill. My own local pub is not exactly suggestible so I shopped around for something more suitable.
Lo and behold, not ten minutes’ drive from my humble Canley abode lay the most superb riverside pub. Entering from the car park, one would not immediately assume that this pub is as splendid a jewel as it is. But once you pass through the doors prepare to be mesmerised. Dated wooden beams stretch out as far the eye can see. Seating on three levels of exquisitely kept original oak floors. And to top it all off, a magnificent beer garden.
The view from it is pictured below:
On my latest visit, when these illustrious photographs were taken; the full extent of the view was obscured by two Frenchmen. Now if you don’t know already, prepare yourselves for a wicked bombshell: I am not English. No let me perfectly clear; I was born in France to British and Italian parents. I since moved to England and gained the Holy British Citizenship. But some modicum of patriotism remained and I could not bear to disrupt my countrymen.
As you can see, even inadvertently, I have protected my fellow Frenchmen’s identities. Their English compatriots, however, did not fare so well.
Moving on, the Old Mill is a former watermill dating back to the 1600’s. It’s located on the river Sowe, which is tranquil at this point. While conversing about utterly compelling topics such as the Football World Cup, you’ll be regaled by the relaxing running river. The Sowe sets the scene for serene speech.
I’ve tried a few things on the menu now, and I can’t for the life of me find the photographs. But I am sure you’ll cope. If you have the strength to read this far, a socking revelation such as the one aforementioned should not shake you.
I thoroughly enjoyed my burger and the beautiful pork belly but the dish which really stood out for me culinarily was the chicken liver pate with homemade red onion relish. Every mouthful truly felt divine. I was bowled over. Empty plate. Not a spec left.
Did I mention the Old Mill doubles as a hotel? The above is not one of the rooms, however it forms part of the building and looks quite lovely to be honest.
So if you’re in Coventry and are tired of running from your life from a hooded menace, come down to the Old Mill. It is quaint; traditional and safe. I have never left without a smile on my face.
And above all, don’t forget to tell lovely Linda I say hello.