Rising Sun, Twittonback to pub details please note - reviews on this site are purely the opinion of site visitors, so don't take them too seriously.
becked, you are correct, and my apologies to The Rising Sun in Twitton. My other review is indeed for the one in Kemsing, on Cotmans Ash Lane. Who knew there were two Rising Suns so close to each other? Obviously not me.........!
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I have never been to The Rising Sun at Twitton but the review below sounds very much like the Rising Sun at Kemsing unless they both have parrots in the corner
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What a strange place this is. Unlike any pub i've ever been to before. Very sinister. As soon as you pull up in your car, the locals eyes follow you into the dark, ramshackled but charming building. Complete darkness inside, and no electricals in sight. Not even a till. Smells (and looks) like a 1950's living room. Crap everywhere, paperwork everywhere and a parrot in the corner. The landlady was friendly enough and supplied a lovely pint of Sussex but couldn't help but feel like you had daggers in your back the whole time. It was like something out of The Hills Have Eyes, or a set for the next Saw film. In all fairness the garden and surrounding area was lovely but can't help thinking something very dodgy goes on here, like people going missing or being bludgeoned in the toilets or something. I am of course, joking. But that's the kind of vibe this place gives off.
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Definitely 'idiosyncratic' to say the least, but perhaps that's one of its plus points. The fact that it's still in business seems to suggest that enough punters accept (and overcome) the various challenges which have been commented upon.
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Unfortunately not open when I visited on a Tuesday lunchtime - and no obvious opening hours posted anywhere
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fantastic little pub! really friendly staff that make you feel right at home. fantastic steak night on a friday. Real old fashioned pub just how pubs used to be! Shame there aren't more like it this pub really is a dying breed and we should all do our best to support what is part of our national heritage.
Brilliant garden with amazing views of the north downs and very welcoming to dogs and children. Can't wait to visit again!!!
Looking forward to the beer festival next weekend.
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Walked in to sound of 'stairway to heaven' from Led Zep - fantastic ! Tried pint of Wibbly (Denge Essex) - not bad, decided to try it again. Friendly bar maid was fantastic, made stangers feel at home. Nice pub. Shame missed beer festival on May Day Bank Hol. Next one is August Bank hol. Wibbled home.
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I thought I would stop for a pint and a meal there today. Pulled up at 1pm. Cars were parked outside, but doors locked! Don't know if that is because it is shut down, just doesn't open on a Monday, or to prevent non locals gaining entry?
Can't rate it as I had to go elsewhere. If it is still open can someone else please post and tell me and I will try it again? (Its not too close to where I live and don't want another wasted journey!)
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There are not many like this anymore, freehouse owned and run, the mere fact it survives is a miracle, but good luck to it. I have had many a pint here over the years and its frequented by local entrepreneurs, farmers, ex city traders, builders,greengrocers, caravan park owners etc,etc. A well known premier league manager used to live next door, no not him!!
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I suppose it depends where you're coming from.
It's a little local pub in the middle of nowhere, not surprisingly supported in quiet times mainly by the relative locals, be they carrot-crunchers or otherwise (although I've never seen much in the way of a local carrot industry), but I think it has to be admired for its energy in trying, at least, to stay open. The beer is somewhat limited (no raised eyebrows there) but does usually provide three well-kept varieties. And food takes a rather minimal position on the agenda, apart from the pre-booked Steak Club on Friday nights, when the place is bulging at around �10 per head for a remarkable portion.
No, it's not a crowded evening local during the week, struggling to survive on a rather meagre trade, but it comes alive at weekends (see Friday nghts, above) particularly with ramblers at mid-day and with visitors in the evening. And it can't be that bad, when summer ramblers regularly overcrowd the front lawn of the house opposite, thinking it's the (non-existent) garden. My aunt, who lives there, often has her safety-valves blowing...
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what a clicky bunch of carrott crunchers reminds me the the slaughtered lamb in the film american werewolf in london. Dont stray from the path!!!!
Avoid this place like the plague
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