Falkland Arms, the Cotswolds’ Hidden Gem
Oh don’t I wish London was calling. It’s not, but it’s top of mind, of course, with the Queen playing Bond girl and the opening of the Olympics.
I’m not gonna lie; there was some colorful language used when navigating to the charming inn. We had been in Painswick staying at another cute boutique hotel and Falkland Arms was going to be a stop on our way to Oxford. The narrow, winding roads of the Cotswolds weren’t on our side (no pun intended).
But once we got there, a calm set over us because the place is just so darn cute and peaceful — truly a hidden gem. We were a little perplexed, though, because the inn was all closed up and the doors locked, yet we had dinner reservations that night.
So we made do by taking in the gorgeous scenery.
Alas, the staff arrived and opened up shop and we got a few pints to enjoy on the back patio before dinner.
It really is a great place for a pint. It’s just so… British. The back patio overlooks rolling hills and it’s just so quiet and still, except maybe for a cow mooing nearby.
We could’ve spent all night on that patio, but a girl needs some nourishment.
The food in the restaurant was again, quintessentially British, natch. Think heavier things like beef, potatoes, mushy peas, shepherd’s pie and the like.
We were beyond stuffed when we finished our meal. Maybe we were trying to make a statement — it took us this long to find the place, and we’re going to make it worth our while, dammit! We wanted to stick around and have another pint, but my mouth refused to let me put another thing in.
My genius idea was to take a stroll around the grounds, you know, to aid our digestion. Only, I clearly had a memory lapse. We were in the middle of English countryside. There were no street lights. We walked out the front door and it was pitch black, literally. We had no other choice but to turn in for the night.
Our friend who smartly recommended this cute little inn went on and on about the great food. Interestingly, he never mentioned staying overnight, but that’s what we had planned.
Being typical American travelers, we had two massive suitcases with us, which we had the pleasure of lugging up a teeny, tiny, rickety spiral staircase. Claustrophobia immediately set in when we ducked into our room. Well, I didn’t duck, but Kalyana certainly did; old English inns aren’t necessarily designed for 6’2″ giants.
Did I mention that the room was teeny tiny? It was also hot. Yes, hot, in England.
Thank goodness for that little fan and those little windows.
They say travel is all about the adventure, though, and sleeping with my 6’2″ guy in that little bed for a night was certainly an adventure.
Moral of the story — definitely worth a trip for the pint(s) and the food. Period.