Are you sure you wouldn't rather have a pork pie?
This is allegedly how the pub got its name:
The story goes that a former pub landlord’s wife, known as “Chattering Charteris” nagged so much that she even started ranting in her sleep. At last her husband could stand it no more and cut off her head. The approving villagers even had a “whip round” to pay for the headstone.
The locals described their local blitz:
They bombed our church them Germans did
In nineteen forty one
And left it there without a lid
Exposed to wind and sun
And when at last the war was o’er
And Hitler was the loser
We knelt, praying as of yore
Thanked God they missed the boozer
However the advice is:
Swerve the resident beers in favour of guest ales from the local Wincle Beer Company.
and as for food:
The pub offers good pork pies, a family room with pool, skittles and darts; picnic-sets out in front along with budgies, hens, ducks and donkeys
We'll go for the guest ale and a pork pie leaving room for Betty's hotpot tonight!