Canterbury = Old
You cannot move in the city before being hit over the head quite forcefully with a bit of history - a church here, a cobbled street there, medieval architecture cluttering up the place and the entire city framed by the ancient wall.
However there is one place that is older than many of the rest of the city's buildings. Just a smidegeon older.
Tucked away off the main routes down picturesque Northgate is a wonderful little place called The Parrot.
food is also fantastic; in the summertime there is nothing quite like relaxing on the oversized furniture in their courtyard garden, debating whether to go for the Kobe Burger, Shredded Duck Platter or the Grill Stone Rump Steak and deciding if you have the energy to indulge in a game of chess. The fire pit means you don't need to go inside if the weather turns a bit nippy. In the winter the pub is warm and cozy with blazing fires and sizzling skillets of roasted vegetables and halloumi or prawns, Kentish pork belly or sea bass to warm you up. I think you can always judge the skill of a resturant by their chips. Just check these out - so good!
Sadly the parrot is no longer present. Legend has it that he was too foul mouthed for the customers and would regularly abuse them as they waited for their drinks at the bar.
The Parrot is a beautiful pub - well worth a visit for lunch or dinner at any time of year if you are in Canterbury. If you are planning to eat dinner here I would strongly advise booking in advance - this place has a well-deserved reputation and it fills up quickly!