Given it was built in 1390, it feels more fitting to refer to Rye’s oldest pub as Ye Olde Bell, despite the fact it’s known as The Olde Bell today.
Hear ye, it is a sumptuous haven of a place, timber-framed and cloaked in Tudor beams; a crooked, dainty boozer with, oddly enough, a menu of Greek meze. And so head in for a credible selection of real ales, wines which are fine, hugely rewarding pints of Guinness — better than most out of London — and pitta bread and hummus.
