The Black Bull
The local watering hole in this quiet village appears to fondly be the Black Bull for a handful of residents and in a couple of visits over the course of one weekend I notice a stark contrast in the hospitality on offer. At Friday afternoon we sit in the clttered beer garden with reasonabley priced pints of lager. The bar lady remembers our orders from the previous round and we st on the pews inside the small but comfortable pub as she pours them before returning out to the bigger crowd. A day later and it is Saturday evening and the eight strong group of us enter the pub just shy of eleven for a night cap. The landlord in this instance does not take kindly to our presence so late in the evening and dispite our friendly engagements, retorts that we should down our drinks and get out. The landlord seemed to be taking the power trip of running one of the only pubs in the village a little too far and dispite finding the restof the pub very agreeable, I am supported by the spectacle I witnessed that very evening when I report the utter rudeness of the proprieter.
Overall the Black bull, like the other pubs in Buntingford did not exactly have open arms for a late night group of drinkers, dispite the fact that we were uncallous and respectable, a real shame to let down a pub which clearly has a long standing and respected character itself - 6/10