We go to the Beefeater in Girton so much the staff know us, and we know them. It's nice to be known, to feel one's among friends to some extent. We keep disappointing the waiters and waitresses by seldom ordering desserts.

You know what you're getting with the food there, especially if you've been there as often as we've been there. I quite often go for the Chili Con Carne even if it's unromantic to see the Chef squeezing the meat out of a bag. Standard fare at reasonable prices if you go before 6.30pm.

I like the building the Traveller's Rest (the Beefeater in Girton) is in. Sometimes we sit downstairs in a nice secluded alcove. Sometimes we site overlooking the kitchen and wonder if it's our dishes waiting to be collected off the metal shelves. Sometimes we sit in the conservatory and admire the fuchsias.

Beefeater's reward card looks like someone took a bite out of it.

Main entrance to the Beefeater in Girton

Upstairs tables

The kitchens

The conservatory