Weston Arms, Rochester

I could hear the brain splittingly loud music pumping out of the Weston Arms from down the road and I nearly walked past as booming Irish music isn’t my sort of thing at the best of times let alone Saturday mid afternoon. I decided to give it a go and found myself in a U shaped pub with a couple of dartboards, a pool table and the offending jukebox. I counted two plasma screens and Sky Sports is advertised outside. The bar supports a couple of hand pumps, but these were unused leaving a standard draught selection from which I received a rancid half of Guinness. The woman working behind the bar managed to serve me without saying a word and made me feel quite unwelcome. The handful of people in attendance were young and I could only deduce from my experience that they are either family of the manager or have never been into a half decent pub before as there is no perceivable reason why anyone would drink in here based on my visit. I’d rather stay at home and drink Horlicks than visit this pub again in its present guise.