Sun(all)day Lunch

Having eaten Sunday roast at home for the last few months I thought it was about time I indulged in a gastropub visit. I have heard only good things about the Griffin Inn, Fletching, East Sussex for a long time. And not quite got there. It's about an hours drive along small roads so you have to really want to get there, we did.
Cute village, looked a little quiet, opened the door and realised it was because the whole of Fletching and probably most of the surrounding villages were in the Griffin enjoying wine, beer (Harvey's Bonfire Boy, one of my faves), open fires and some of the most stunning food.
We had the 3 course for £30. Squid and sausage for me, scallops for P, calf's liver for me (P hates), Sussex lamb for P, chocolate torte with white choc sorbet to share, then a cheeseboard to share (the Olde Sussex turned out to be Montgomery's, they can't fool me, much of an improvement though if you want my opinion). Little bit stuffed, but then it's Sunday and you're supposed to feel a bit lethargic and over full. It's great going out for Sunday roast now and again, but there's nothing like the discussion over gravy when at home, "so-and-so on tv did it like this", "last week didn't you add something else", "it's better than that time you forgot the XXX", "are you sure there's enough?", "if Fay's coming to dinner, no".
Griffin Inn have really, really bad website by the way, would put you off visiting totally, so just ignore their lack of internet knowledge/design and take my word for it.