The Wolvercote, Oxford

A pretty aged and attractive building, and a decent semblance of tradition within (even if there’s an element of forced upmarket quirkiness) with exposed brick, low ceilings, whitewashed wood slats and a plethora of blood red comfy seats. There are rooms either side of the bar via a small corridor. Star of the show needs finding – a fantastic rear garden with decking and fauna giving way to a mini farm with pigs, goats and chickens. Our Sunday visit meant bob-a-job staff on a go-slow, resulting in a lot of uncleared tables. Four ales from the Marstons stable plus Old Rosie cider available. My Brakspear Bitter was pretty mundane, unfortunately. If you like somewhere offbeat then this one is for you.