The Harrow Inn, Petersfield

I'm afraid I will have to break ranks here and say that on our visit, this place sucked. The landlady was a right mardy cow, and appeared to see our group of thirsty (but thoroughly friendly) drinkers as some sort of irritating nuisance, rather than a business opportunity (unlike the super landlady at the Three Moles, who worked the pumps like a Las Vegas gambling addict to keep the beer flowing). In here, lots of huffing and puffing, despite taking more in that 30 minutes through the barrel than she would for the rest of the day. And she appeared to take particular exception to be asked for the actual names of the beers on dispense, rather than just the brewery name! I still have no idea what the Oakley brewery beer I drank was. And whilst OK, neither was particularly great. As an actual pub, this place has many plus points – the interior, a real fire, comedy outside lavs, thick handled glasses…but the service with a scowl negates that, cos it lives on in your mind long after the beer has passed through the system.

Step back in time to a wonderful pub, hard to find unless you know the area but well worth the trouble. good beer and good food. don't miss this GEM