The Kings Arms (Harvester)
Gosford, Kidlington.

    * Calder's £2.40
    * Guinness £2.70 (29.iii.2001)

This has been recently refurbished. Before the refurbishment, it was like 
this:

This is on Bicester Road in Gosford, on the rudimentary side of the village 
on the far side of the A34 from the row of farmhouses. It is an old building, 
and might well have been a coaching inn at one stage. The decoration consists 
of paintings of Cambridge colleges (confusingly), a few embroidered Oxford 
college coats of arms, and old advertisements.

Unfortunately, these days it's a very family-orientated pub, to the extent 
that there are fourteen-year-old youths of indeterminate gender drinking at 
the bar with mobile phones clapped to their ears. Bar staff not particularly 
friendly. Food expensive, and the bowl of onion rings Helen had was tiny.

But the beer was fine, especially for 99p a pint. It was a special offer, 
though. (6.i.1999)

Now Chris Brewer writes
First impressions were not too bad, a wood fire burning by the front door and 
the décor while certainly an unpleasant fake rustic, nothing like as 
nauseating as the house Morrells of Oxford style. The glacial and unpleasant 
Calders cost £2.40, and a pint of Guinness £2.70. But this is not a story of 
beer - it is a sandwich which takes pride of place. A cheese sandwich. I had 
taken two bites out it when I noticed that it had no discernible flavour 
whatsoever. Intrigued, I opened it up for a closer look. Two thick slices of 
dry brown bread. No butter, no butter at all. Shredded frozen cheese. A 
little clump of undressed salad. Most disappointing. But ever the optimist I 
asked for some pickle to breathe at least a little life into my snack. No, 
that proved to be impossible. I asked for some butter and the girl behind the 
bar said she would bring some. Five minutes later and none had arrived. No 
choice then but to point out to the lad greeting the lucky customers in the 
restaurant that this was indeed the worst cheese sandwich I had ever had, and 
to ask for my money back. They coughed up with reasonable good grace. By this 
time the fire had gone out. It was a typical March evening, cold with a 
biting wind. When we left the temperature in the pub matched the icy Calders. 
A truly grim experience. (29.iii.2001)