Guide To Shady Oak

Stayed on the camp site in a camper van. Toilets are In a converted container which out side does not look engaging. Open the doors and the facilities are heated, with an excellent shower, good flooring and very well, maintained and CLEAN.

The pub has a good vibe with lots of locals, staff very pleasant and helpful. Reading the menu on line looked like any old pub food,however it far outstretched my expectations. Fabulous Asian sticky beef salad, and my husband’s hand raised chicken and leek pie was so good, I would aspire to making one like that at home.

The camp site well situated, water and electrical hookups available, and on site chemical toilet disposal. Vans and tents well spaced and absolutely no late noise. Dog friendly.

This was a trial night in a new can, to make sure all systems go, and we wanted somewhere close to home. What a great trial pitch. Look forward to going back.

Second time I’ve been it’s got a pizza hut now with amazing pizzas lovely place to go dog friendly and the my mate got a couple of fishing rods there and the staff were all very nice the pizza fella was a real nice fella and did amazing pizzas

We popped by after visiting Beeston Castle, lovely food and friendly staff, we recommend the Fish finger sandwiches!

Really lovely, cosy and friendly country pub. The beer garden has the canal running alongside and you can watch the barges going by. The ducks often come to see you while you enjoy your drink. They also make lovely pizzas in the pizza oven outside, well worth an order. A great feel to the place and lovely staff. Clean and inviting. Would definitely recommend

I’ve just had the Sunday roast at The Shady, and I’m still recovering emotionally. This wasn’t a meal, it was a religious experience served with roast potatoes.

The chef—THE chef—is clearly not bound by the laws of ordinary cuisine. I didn’t catch his name, but I can only assume it’s something like Chef Gandalf Ramsay-Pierre Blumenthal Jr. because this man is conjuring magic. I’ve eaten in Michelin-starred restaurants. I’ve dined in hidden trattorias in Italy. I’ve wept over brisket in Texas. Nothing—nothing—prepared me for this.

The beef? Cooked like it signed a peace treaty with the knife. The gravy? I would drink it from a mug in front of the fire while reflecting on all my life choices. Roasties? So crisp they should be illegal. Yorkshire pudding? Bigger than my ego and three times as comforting.

There’s not much more to say except this: it is, without question, the best food I have ever tasted… and I’ve tasted a lot of food.

Chef, if you’re reading this, know that you’ve ruined all future Sunday roasts for me. And I love you.

Go to The Shady. Order the roast. Cancel the rest of your plans. The staff were lovely too.