Set in the everwild North Pennines, the twee village of Blanchland- which owes its word to the white attires donned by the presumablylesswild French monks that agreed here in the 12 th century- also plays host to Northumberland's longcoveted local the Lord Crewe Arms. Bearing all the hallmarks of a storybook bolthole( crackling shells, flagstone storeys, candlelit openings, etc ), this ancient inn has its own story to tell, having disguised Jacobite mavericks betwixt its walls and been frequented by WH Auden ... and that's all before GQ came calling.
Any visit to the Lord Crewe would be remiss without first scoping out The Crypt Bar, which, come rain or shine, will be filled with neighbourhoods enjoying over a jar of the Crewe Brew, a hopheavy golden ale built in collaboration with Hadrian's Wall brewery Twice Brewed. There's "Bar Bait" for the taking too, including crispy pork crackling and goldenyolked scotch eggs- though GQ recommends performing selfrestraint on second promotes, as the parcels to follow are homely and hearty.
For it best Drink and dine . Unlike your average regional, our pub, The Crypt, invites you to enjoy a truly unique experience. Tucked away in our medieval vaulted enclosure, light with a candlelike ambience, you'll be warmly welcomed by the sound of affable banter, babble and revelry from the moment you step through the door.
Here, British classics wear their stripes with respect. Standout foods include a 45 day saltaged rib of beef - designed to share, but approximately very good to do so- and Yorkshire venison haunch served alongside a smoked beetroot and off-color cheese tartlet . Yes, this is the kind of place to tighten your loop fasten or do as the 12 thcentury friars would do and don your finest, loosest wont. Turns out those shrewd old friars were on to something.