"Normally, when a restaurant is famous for what a menu looks like, rather than what’s on it, it’s at best a cheap gimmick and at worst something that turns from funny to kind of icky upon reflection. Not so at this brilliant village pub south of the city, very much worth a drive. The menu in question is the soup of the day, which is listed not by flavour or by ingredient but simply by colour, on a scale that goes from green to brown and is mostly, honestly, shades of brown (the restaurant’s Twitter handle is @brownsouppub). There’s a board of pies come evening, and a rotating food van on Wednesday nights, which might include local burger legend Steak and Honour (there is a restaurant location, but the real experience is from the van). But really this is a place for cask ale, toast, and whatever colour of soup is on that day. Don’t sleep on the “round of sandwiches,” either, which offers absolutely absurd value for the quality; you’ll find shades of pink, not brown, on the rosy roast beef and smoky, salty ham." - James Hansen