Squirrel Licker's Arms

I visited this restaurant on Christmas Eve after caroling and participated in The Boar's Head Carol by the fire while warming up with a tankard of warm mead. I jokingly ordered Pigeon Feet Pie for everyone, to which the landlord suggested other quirky options. I tried the squirrel haunch pie and found it delicious. The atmosphere was lively with singing and I enjoyed more mead, port, and stilton cheese. A traditional Christmas pudding was served by Mrs. Cratchit, and the bill was surprisingly cheap. I proposed a toast to a Merry Christmas and Tiny Tim chimed in with his famous line, "God bless us, everyone!"

It was late on New Year's Eve, and I found myself lost and disoriented. Trudging through the deep snow, I spotted a settlement and made my way to Totternhoe. There I encountered a man named Simon who was heading to a fair. He pointed me in the direction of my home, but little did I know what awaited me at the Squirrel Lickers kitchen on that dark and stormy night. As I entered, a one-eyed witch greeted me, surrounded by pumpkins, skeletons, and other eerie decorations. Simon appeared, but before he could help me, he met a gruesome end. The Squirrel Lickers Arms was a place of mystery and darkness, and I ran out as fast as I could, feeling like I had narrowly escaped from something sinister.

Thanks to The Lickers for an unforgettable evening. After taking a wrong turn and finding ourselves on a dark lane due to a bypass closure, we stumbled upon what seemed to be a themed night at this rural pub. The place was filled with zombies, ghouls, and other locals, creating a truly terrifying atmosphere. Eddie, dressed up for the occasion, served us some delicious Bloody Marys. One of our party enjoyed it, but the other wasn't a fan. Unfortunately, the fleshpot pie was a bit undercooked and there was only one left, but the maggot mash was a unique and unforgettable dish. The pub was packed by the time we finished our meal, which we could definitely relate to after such a heavy dinner. The local band, the Scoobies, seemed like a bunch of clueless kids but put on an entertaining show that kept us on our toes. Despite a rowdy moment during their best track "Mystery Machine", Eddie and his doorman quickly took control of the situation. When we finally left, we found that our car was parked farther away than we remembered, but we were able to retrieve it the next morning.

Love this gastro pub, it never fails to amaze us how somewhere so random and stay on top. Edd the landlord thinks it funny to take the signs down at the Harold turn off then plough half of the car park, then charge extra for muddy boots But it’s all worth it when you get the menu : we had the kazbeckenstan xmas special with muddy beer cocktails thrown in if you turn up in prison issue clothes Starter: gently singed coffin bottom biscuits with isis chilli soup which is dangerously hot, nearly as hot as the napalm pate Mains :

After an afternoon of kite flying on the rolling downs of Dunstable, just as the light faded the Leighton Buzzard night kite formation team ‘The Knight Kites‘ were starting to arrive. My tongue like the bottom of a budgies cage I ventured into the fading light to find a local hostelry. As I threw my National Trust beginners kite into the boot of the Ford Anglia I overheard one of the ‘Knight Kites’ say “did anyone bring a torch?” I had to snigger. Found the Squirrel Licker's Arms by pure luck after I asked a guy who introduced himself as Eddie (who was walking along Dunstable High Street picking up used cigarette butts) for directions to the Nags Head. The Salvadorian Food was all you could expect of it and the pint of the ‘Discontented Remoanar’ washed it down a treat. Disappointed that I had to leave early as the landlord (who strangely looked a bit like the gentleman who directed me earlier) said the ‘Knight Kites’ were coming in for their Christmas Bash and had booked all the tables. A must if you are in the area.