This is a slightly odd pub, spatially. From the outside, its presence - at the end of a row of shops that features an exceptionally long closed but still present chipper - makes you feel like you're somewhere quite rural. And inside, you feel like you're in a branch of The Range - in the furniture and cushion section specifically.
Its been done up quite recently, and features a *lot* of silver and grey decor and a *lot* of red leather. At that last refurb, the word "Inn" vanished from the name above the door; but this is ignored by basically everywhere that mentions the pub, so it remains the Ramble Inn everywhere.
Other than feeling like I was in Mrs Hinch's living room, my pint was a tad sour like it hadn't been moving (at all) so my overall impression wasn't great. I imagine the decor must appeal to someone, but it could easily put many off.
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