Okay to start with, but after spending £50 on a Monday evening, being declined a packet of peanuts at 11:20pm is not very good because bar staff was ignorant. We will not be going back again because my partner was so embarrassed by this.
A good pub tainted by the revolting and shameful acts of the so-called owner, Michael Kenworthy.
My partner and her friend were just at the ladies' as our taxi arrived. As I waited by the door, Mr Kenworthy, inebriated, slammed open the door to the ladies' toilet and proceeded to make vulgar comments regarding, presumably, his own pornographic and sad fantasies.
This obviously caused shock and upset. I asked for an apology on behalf of the girls. Michael Kenworthy was not willing to apologise, failing to acknowledge how abhorrent his behaviour had been.
The other staff were lovely, the pub is nicely presented and good selection of drinks. It is truly a shame that all that was masked by the repugnancy of the owner, and his, all too apparent, lack of respect and appreciated for his punters.
As a young cricketer I played for Chesterfield Town. After each home fixture, on returning home, I made a point of calling in to the Mulberry Tavern. Penny, the landlord's daughter was an attraction. The place was always full. The Telegraph and Star reporters used to congregate there. It became our regular stopping off point as young chaps on a night out. I have happy memories of the Mulberry.