The Rowditch is way off the beaten track, you’ll not stumble on it by chance. You won’t like it if zesty city centre bars are your thing. Well, if you’ve read any of the other reviews on this blog, you’ll be getting the impression that I’m not into zesty, and I love the Rowditch to bits, and I’m perfectly happy to take a bus (or two buses in my case) to get there.
It’s a cracking pub. When you’re at screaming point trying to make sense of the modern world, head for the Rowditch and be welcolmed into a stress free zone. I guarantee you’ll come away topped up with benevolence and love for humanity.
It’s clear that the proprietor dotes on the place. He gives every impression of being a happy man. He has created an oasis of peace and calm. It’s a proper beer drinkers pub, no children, no piped music (live music on Saturday nights), and no food.
He offers well kept two guest beers and Marston’s Pedigree. All beautifully kept. We sampled Robinson’s Crusoe 3.9% and Oakham’s Bishop’s Farewell 4.6%, both very agreeable.
There’s a lovely real fire in the winter a a very pleasant beer garden and smoking area in the summer.