Sailors' Rest Northam: UK's Best-Kept Secret Pub?
Sailors' Rest Northam: Is This Actually the UK's Best-Kept Secret Pub… Or Just a Really Good Hiding Place? (A Rambling Review of a Surprisingly Awesome Stay!)
Okay, so "best-kept secret pub" – that phrase gets thrown around a lot. But honestly? Sailors' Rest in Northam, Devon, might just live up to the hype. My expectations, to be blunt, were hovering around "slightly above average coastal pub" – you know, good beer, maybe some questionable karaoke, and the distinct smell of salty air and desperation. What I got was… well, let’s just say it involved a lot of exclamation points and a near-constant internal struggle between wanting to shout about this place from the rooftops and wanting to selfishly keep it all to myself. Prepare for a long one, folks. This is going to get messy.
First Impressions (and Accessibility… Because Seriously, It Matters!)
Finding the place was already an adventure – a winding coastal road that had me questioning my sanity (and my car’s brakes). BUT, and this is important, getting there was worth it. The exterior is charmingly weathered, hinting at the history within. Accessibility? Now, I'm not a wheelchair user, but I did pay close attention. The pub itself seemed fairly accessible on the ground floor. The bar area was spacious, and I noticed ramps in certain areas. Obviously, call ahead to confirm for specific needs, but it seemed to have a better approach than many places I’ve been. Car parking? Free! Bless. And there’s even a car charging station, which is fantastic for the eco-conscious (or, you know, the tech-obsessed like me).
Getting Settled In (Rooms and Creature Comforts)
Okay, let's get to the rooms. The rooms are packed with features: From the basics like air conditioning and coffee/tea makers (essential!) to the more luxurious touches like bathrobes and slippers. My room? Sea views! The extra-long bed was basically a personal invitation for a power nap, which I happily accepted. You've got all the usual suspects: satellite/cable channels, a safe, and yes, glorious free Wi-Fi. And good Wi-Fi. I'm still baffled by the fact that some places still cheap out on this. Here, it worked like a charm.
Cleanliness and Safety: Because 2023 is a Thing
I was genuinely impressed with the attention to health and safety. Rooms were supposedly sanitized between stays. Everywhere you looked there was hand sanitizer, and staff were clearly trained in safety protocols. It gave me peace of mind, especially given the current climate. Breakfast takeaway service, too, was a nice touch for those early-morning adventures. I'd give them top marks for their Daily disinfection in common areas.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking: Where the Magic Happens (And My Waistline Suffers Gloriously)
Now, for the good stuff. The Sailors' Rest isn't just a pub; it's a culinary adventure. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but the food was genuinely, ridiculously good. The bar is well-stocked with local ales and the kind of whiskies that whisper sweet nothings to your soul. The restaurant offers a diverse menu, which is something I appreciate: you can go full-on gastropub or something a little more laid-back. A la carte in restaurant is a must. The only downside? The temptation to eat everything. I especially enjoyed the Asian cuisine in restaurant!
And the breakfast! Breakfast was a highlight, especially with the Western breakfast option. I have to say, I love the Breakfast Buffet which I have to say is one of my main meals when I go to a hotel such as this.
Things to Do (and Ways to Relax, Because You're on Holiday, Dammit!)
Okay, you're not just here to eat and drink (although, let’s be honest, that’s a big part of it). Sailors' Rest is perfect for a relaxing getaway. There's a swimming pool (outdoor), though I didn’t brave the Devon weather! And the spa/sauna? I didn’t want to leave! It was pure bliss. Think massage, body scrub, the works! I could have easily spent a full day locked away in the spa.
The "Secret" Element (and My Totally Unsolicited Opinions)
Here's where things get interesting. Is this truly the "best-kept secret"? Maybe. The staff were fantastic – friendly, attentive, and genuinely seemed to care. The atmosphere was convivial, not pretentious. It felt like a genuine escape. There's a shrine right next to the restaurant… which is a little odd. But definitely interesting! The happy hour was a welcome addition that I thoroughly enjoyed!
The Imperfections (Because Nothing is Perfect… Especially Not Me)
Look, it's not flawless. The decor, while charming, might not be everyone's cup of tea. Some of the rooms are a little closer to the pub noise than others. And there were a few minor hiccups during my stay – like my room key getting demagnetized (thanks, phone!). But these were minor annoyances that were quickly resolved with amazing service.
The Verdict: Should You Go? (Hell. Yes.)
Sailors' Rest Northam is definitely a contender for UK's "best kept secret". It's more than worth a visit. It’s more than just a pub; it’s a place where you can truly switch off, gorge yourself on delicious food, and soak up the Devonshire charm. From the accessibility measures to the spa facilities and amazing staff, this place has got it all.
My Anecdote (Because I Have To Brag About It)
I'm going to be honest. My highlight? The impromptu karaoke session in the bar. Now, I can't sing. At all. But after a few local ales, I didn't care. The staff were laughing along, the other guests were cheering. It was utterly mortifying and absolutely brilliant. It was the kind of memory that will stay with me.
The Offer (Because You Deserve a Getaway!)
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- A complimentary bottle of local wine upon arrival.
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- Free WiFi
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Important Note: While I've tried to cover everything, check the hotel's website for the most up-to-date information on specific amenities and their precise accessibility features.
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Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this isn't your run-of-the-mill, perfectly-packaged travel itinerary. We're diving headfirst into the chaotic, glorious mess that is… Sailors Rest, Northam! (And trust me, it's less "rest" and more "spirited maritime adventure" than the brochure lets on.)
Day 1: Arrival and a Questionable Introduction to the Sea (and My Own Stomach)
10:00 AM: Land in Bristol Airport. Okay, first hurdle: getting off the plane without looking like a complete and utter shambles. Success! Mostly. The zipper on my suitcase decided to give up the ghost, which is always a fantastic start.
11:30 AM: Pick up the rental car. It's a teeny, tiny, suspiciously-red hatchback. I named him "Bertie." (Don't judge. I get attached.) Pray to the gods of GPS that Bertie and I survive navigating the labyrinthine roads heading towards Northam.
1:00 PM: Arrive at Sailors Rest. The building looks charming. Weathered stone, little windows… It's all very "olde worlde." The owner, a chap named… uh… "Barnaby" (who looked like he’d stepped out of a nautical painting), greets me with a hearty bellow and a handshake that almost dislocated my shoulder. He immediately launches into a story about a particularly grumpy seagull that used to steal his breakfast kippers. Already, I'm in love.
2:00 PM: Check in. The room is… well, it’s compact. Let's call it "cozy." The view, however, is stunning. The water, the boats bobbing… It’s like living postcard perfection. Now, to unpack… and instantly spill half a bag of crisps all over the already-questionable carpet. Sigh. Note to self: invest in a dustpan.
3:00 PM: Lunch. The pub downstairs. Ooh the pub. I opt for the "Fisherman's Platter" which, in retrospect, may have been ill-advised. It contained… everything. Smoked mackerel, sardines, pickled onions that could strip paint, and something that looked suspiciously like a deep-fried starfish. My stomach protested. Loudly.
- Quirky Observation: The pub has a sign that reads "Closed for the Winter Due to the Seagulls".
- Rambling: God, I need a lie-down. After that feast, I'm practically considering crawling back out of my room to go lie down.
4:00 PM: A "gentle" stroll along the beach. Barnaby insisted. "Fresh air, lad! Blow the cobwebs out!" So, I'm gingerly navigating the tide, while dodging crazed seagulls and trying not to think about the Fisherman's Platter. I think I’m going to pass out, maybe this sea air thing wasn’t for me.
5:00 PM: Attempt to find a pub. Turns out the Northam area is a confusing place for a tourist. I think every other shop sells hats, and I’m not even talking about some quaint little shop, it’s like being at the races but the horses have yet to turn up.
7:00 PM: Dinner at the pub again. This time, I order something safe. Fish and chips. Can't go wrong. Maybe. The chips are great, but the tartar sauce tastes suspiciously like… well, I'm not sure what it tastes like, but it's… an experience.
9:00 PM : Collapse in bed, contemplating the meaning of life, the questionable quality of the tartar sauce, and the fact that I'm pretty sure I can hear the seagulls plotting my demise.
Day 2: The Glorious, Humbling Majesty of the Coast
8:00 AM: Wake up. The seagulls haven't managed to carry me off in the night. Success! Breakfast. Barnaby makes a Full English, which almost makes me forgive the tartar sauce incident. However, I still feel a little sea-sick despite how long ago I ate the fish.
9:00 AM: Exploring the coastline. This is what it's all about! We're talking dramatic cliffs, crashing waves, and wind that could peel the skin off a polar bear. I spend a good hour just gawping at the view. Feeling small. In a good way.
10:00 AM: Hiking. The coastal path is beautiful, but also… challenging. My legs are screaming after five minutes. My lungs are burning. But the views are worth it! It’s just… so hilly. I am so not prepared for this!
- Anecdote: I saw a woman, probably in her seventies, practically sprinting up a hill that was giving me serious side-eye. She gave me a look like “Oh, are you just going to stand there?” Humbling doesn’t even begin to cover it.
12:00 PM: Lunch. Picnic on the beach (with a suitably strong windbreak to protect me from those evil Seagulls). Sand in everything. Absolutely everything. Eat a sandwich. Decide I no longer like sand or food.
1:00 PM: Bideford. Drive to the nearest town. The shops are nothing special but I find a lovely book shop with some great maritime reading material. I spend an hour browsing some beautiful first editions.
3:00 PM: Back to the beach. To see if it’s improved since the morning. The wind is still strong. The sea is still wild. I love it.
- Rant: People complain that the beach is windy, but that’s half the point of being by the sea! If you want calm, go to a… a pond! (No offense, ponds).
5:00 PM: Return to Sailors Rest. A much-needed shower. And maybe a power nap to recharge the batteries.
7:00 PM: Dinner at the pub. This time, I take the safe option (again). The seafood chowder is actually delicious. Maybe my stomach has finally adjusted.
9:00 PM: Stargazing. The sky here is incredible. Clear, dark, full of… well, everything. Laying on the beach and looking up. The perfect end to an imperfectly perfect day. I think I understand why people love this place.
Day 3: Reflections, Farewell Kippers, and the Eternal Quest for Decent Tartar Sauce
9:00 AM: Breakfast. Barnaby presses a kipper on me. "For the road!" he booms. (I can practically smell it already). I'm polite… despite my reservations.
10:00 AM: Last wander along the coast before I leave. This time, I'm not worried about being humbled, wind, or the seagulls.
11:00 AM: Back at the rental car. Bertie is still here. I start her up and smile. Goodbye Northam!
12:00 PM: Back to the airport.
1:00 PM: Departure.
Final Thoughts: Sailors Rest, Northam is a wild, wonderful, slightly chaotic place. It's not perfect. It's rough around the edges. But that's the beauty of it. It's an adventure. And yes, the tartar sauce could do with some serious work. But the coast is spectacular. The people are friendly. And even though my suitcase is still broken and I probably have sand in places I didn't know existed, I wouldn't trade this trip for anything. It's the messy, imperfect stuff that makes life worth living, right? Now, about that kipper…wish me luck!
Sailors' Rest Northam FAQs: Is It REALLY the UK's Best-Kept Secret Pub? (Probably Not, But Let's Pretend)
Okay, Okay, Spill It! Where *IS* Sailors' Rest? And Why Should I Bother?
Alright, alright, don't get your knickers in a twist. Sailors' Rest is nestled in Northam, Devon, like a well-worn, comfy armchair in a slightly damp seaside cottage. It's not exactly *hidden*, Google Maps knows, but it's the kind of place you stumble upon after a lost dog-walking route or a particularly aggressive craving for a pint and some chips. Why bother? Well, if you're after plastic-y, predictable, chain-pub joy, then steer clear. If you crave proper pub food, roaring fires, and locals who *actually* talk to each other (and you!), then yeah, take a gamble.
My first visit? Total accident. Stuck in traffic, kids screaming, rain lashing down... I figured, "Right! Pub, now!" Found Sailors' Rest. Walked in, and the smell of woodsmoke and frying something delicious just...hit me. Instant sigh of relief. Turned out to be the best accidental decision I made all year. And I still go back, even though parking is a nightmare.
What's the Vibe Like? Is it Trendy? (Because, Please God, No Trendy)
Trendy? Honey, no. Think more "worn-in leather, chipped mugs, and the faint aroma of sea air mingled with onion rings." It's authentic, okay? You'll find blokes swapping stories about fishing, grannies knitted into the furniture, and the occasional dog stretched out blissfully by the fire (the *indoor* fire!). If you're after perfectly manicured Instagram posts and craft cocktails, again, turn around. This is about proper, unfiltered pub life – the kind where the landlord might offer you a shot, even though you *probably* shouldn't have it, and nobody cares if your hair's a mess.
Seriously, I once saw a man wearing a well-worn, threadbare tweed jacket, nursing a pint, and reading a paperback about... well, something *vaguely* nautical. Pure poetry, that was. Pure, glorious, unpretentious poetry.
Food Glorious Food! What Can I Expect on the Menu? (Please Tell Me It's Not Just Frozen Microwave Meals...)
Hallelujah, it's not. The food is pub grub done RIGHT. Think proper, home-cooked meals. Think hearty portions. Think flavours that will make you close your eyes and moan with pure, unadulterated pleasure. I'm talking proper, chunky chips, crispy on the outside, fluffy on the inside. The scampi? To die for. The fish and chips? Legendary. And the specials board? Always a delightful, slightly chaotic gamble. You might find something amazing, or you might end up with something that's... well, let's just say "rustic." It all adds to the charm, you know?
My *personal* favourite? The steak and ale pie. Oh. My. God. Just... go. Seriously. Order it. Don't question it. Just *eat* it. You'll thank me later. (You might even want to send me a postcard, in appreciation.) On second thought, order two. You won't regret it. Or, you might regret it later from the sheer amount of food inside of you, but it'll be worth it.
The Drinks! What's the Beer Like? Any Locals Brews I Should Know About?
Okay, the beer selection isn't massive, but what they *do* have is usually spot-on. Expect a good selection of local ales, the usual suspects (lager, bitter, etc.), and a decent wine list that won't break the bank. They've got their local brews, of course, so be *sure* to check for what's local. I'm not a *huge* beer drinker, I admit. But even *I* can appreciate a well-poured pint, especially after a brisk walk along the coast. And the cider? Oh, the cider… Strong, dry, and lethal. Drink responsibly! (Or, you know, don't blame me.)
Look, I admit, I once had a bit *too* much cider. Ended up telling everyone I was secretly a mermaid. The staff were very patient. Bless them. They still let me back in, so that's a win, right?
Are Kids (And Dogs!) Welcome? Or Will My Little Angels (and Furry Friends) Be Shunned?
Sailors' Rest is pretty dog-friendly, which is a huge plus in my book. The four-legged friends often seem to be better-behaved than some of the two-legged ones, to be honest. As for kids… well, it’s a proper pub. So, kids are welcome up to a reasonable time, as long as they're behaving themselves (and not running amok). It's not a soft-play zone, you know? It's a pub. So, use your judgement. If your kids are miniature angels? Perfect. If they're prone to climbing the walls? Maybe reconsider.
On the whole, there is a good level of tolerance. It's more relaxed, not full of glares and tuts. Just be mindful of the cosy atmosphere and don't let your kids (or dogs) destroy it. It's a privilege, not a right, to bring them into a place like this.
Anything *Bad* About Sailors' Rest? (Come on, it can't be *PERFECT*)
Okay, alright, fine. The parking is AWFUL. Utter, utter nightmare material. Seriously, factor an extra 20 minutes into your journey just to find a spot. The service can sometimes be a little...laid-back. Don't expect super-speedy food delivery. But, honestly? I don't care. The food is worth the wait, and I'm there for the whole experience, the atmosphere, the *vibe*. I can handle a bit of a wait. I've got a book, or my thoughts, or, you know, *company*.
Also, sometimes the chairs are a bit wonky, and the loos could use a re-paint. But that's part of the charm, right? It's not a sterile, perfect place. It's real. And sometimes, real is messy, and imperfect, and wonderful.
Tell me about the locals. Are they friendly? Or will I be stared at like I've got three heads for not being from the area?
The locals? Generally lovely. Proper, salt-of-the-earth types. They might be a little reserved at first – this IS a pub, not a singles' mingle, after all – but they're usually friendly and up for a chat if you're genuinely interested. Just don't go inFind Hotel Now
