The Cuckfield, E11

The Cuckfield official site with menu and event details - www.thecuckfieldwanstead.co.uk

A large 19th century pub close to Snaresbrook station. Little, if anything is left of the original interior; bare bricks predominate though there's a spacious conservatory and a garden. There's a huge array of beer and cider taps as well as London Pride on pump. The crowd here is extremely mixed; some look as though they've got lost on the way to Notting Hill. There are a few old lags, some Essex boys and scantily clad women who look like they've walked in from the set of TOWIE. There are also several security guards who mingle with the crowd which isn't something I like. Perhaps there's often trouble here? Overall I liked the place though on a Saturday night it's very crowded and noisy; conversation is almost impossible. I would advise visiting on a week day.

The Cuckfield official site with menu and event details - www.thecuckfieldwanstead.co.uk

This place just must have seen better days, as I have to say that I don’t think it’s up to much now. I entered to the sound of a baby crying, the overpowering smell of fish, and the sight of young children wandering around. The London Pride didn’t taste too brilliant either, but it was drinkable. So, almost all of the senses assaulted in pretty short order. This place has been sufficiently madeover to remove any original pub character. The conservatory area at the front that gets plenty of natural light is painted light shades, whereas the main room behind it that gets less natural light is all painted dark colours. There is a further room behind the main bar area, containing loads of normal tables and chairs, and being mainly utilised by diners during my lunchtime visit. Daily menus are available on the tables, offering main courses between £8.50 and £15.75. There was no sign of any traditional pub grub. I have to say that I didn’t find this a very comfortable pub in which to stop off for a beer, although maybe I was just unlucky and that it might be better at another time. I left as soon as I necked my pint, probably never to return.