The English village is dotted with chocolate-box roses-round-the-door pubs on countryside greens, where the sun’s everytime brilliant and nothing disturbs the birdsong except the occasional thwack of leather on willow. And sometimes they even play cricket. But how often they lead to disappointment, interior they’re either the sour tepid ale and curly sandwiches diversity or, worse, peopled by the fruit machine, juke box, shank and shiraz brigade. No such disappointment awaits at The Pilgrims, not least because the outside makes no such guarantee. As a construction it’s nice average. We’ve done what we able to but it won’t ever be lively. Interior, however, is a various story. Whatever the opposite of that disappointment is, we guarantee that’s what you’ll feel. We find the word ‘local’ crops up plenty when The Pilgrims is discussed, not necessarily in the conventional pub sense, although that’s how we are seen by a little but hardy band of ‘locals’. Bless ‘em. It’s more that we have become a bit of a focal point for lively things produced hereabouts, a showcase for and excellent of plenty of of the majestic artisan crafted drinks and foodstuffs from what would be the Appellation of Somerset, whether there were any justice. We’re not fanatical approximately it, but we are more than a bit passionate. Maybe because we only adopted Lovington in ninety 7, or is it the other way round? We have a habit of not standing on ceremony at The Pilgrims. Not that clients don’t sometimes break out the gladrags and book months ahead to assist Grandmamma celebrate her Golden - cutting a dash is not at all discouraged - it just isn’t mandatory. More casual diners just drop in because they’re hungry and whether we have apartment, we feed them. The concept is restaurant food in an ambiance that’s as relaxed as a pub. Think of it as we offer the stage and the props, wardrobe and script are up to you.