"The backstory of this pub is quite intriguing, but unfortunately, that's where the positives end. It doesn't live up to expectations as a good pub. According to legend, in the early 19th century, this place was merely a house where a widow awaited her son, who was serving in the navy. He was supposed to return home on Good Friday and had asked his mother to bake some hot cross buns for him. She happily obliged, but he never returned. Still, every year, she prepared a bun in his memory. Upon her passing, all the buns were discovered hanging from the ceiling. When the pub was established, they continued this tradition, and each year a sailor contributes another bun. You can spot the current buns (sorry!) in a net, along with some sailors' hats displayed on a shelf behind the bar, as they leave one every year. Sadly, the pub only serves keg beer and does not offer cask ale. Not my kind of pub."
