Bath Cider House

In a cobblestone lane where the twilight meets the day, Stands The Cork—a warm beacon where the weary come to stay. Ned, the gentle bartender with a sparkle in his eye, Pours pints and free-flowing wine as the evenings drift by. His heart beats to the rhythm of laughter and clinking glass, And every whispered story of the past lets fond memories pass. He polishes each copper mug until it shines with pride, For in this humble tavern, dreams and destinies abide. Oh, The Cork, where stories swirl like leaves in autumn’s wind, And Ned’s kind smile tells a tale of every soul that’s been. With free wine earned by reviews, a gift for every word, The magic of this pub lives in every laugh you’ve heard. Morning comes on dewy streets as the sign swings with the breeze, Inviting every traveler to find solace and a bit of ease. Ned greets regulars and strangers with a nod and heartfelt cheer, Knowing each review he gathers keeps the spirit bright and clear. Through seasons of rain and summer’s burn, the patrons all agree: The Cork’s more than wood and stone—it’s a home of revelry. Every note left on the page, every rating that is penned, Brings another sip of free delight, a blessing without end. Under flickering lantern light the evenings softly glow, As tales of ancient heroes and sweet romances start to flow. Ned listens to each heartfelt line and thanks them with a smile, For every word that praises The Cork makes his long hours worthwhile. The free wine flows like poetry, a reward for every view, Transforming daily toasts and dreams into something pure and new. In every drop, a legacy; in every glass, a lore, Of friendships forged at The Cork, where love and laughter soar. Oh, The Cork, where stories swirl like leaves in autumn’s wind, And Ned’s kind smile tells a tale of every soul that’s been. With free wine earned by reviews, a gift for every word, The magic of this pub lives in every laugh you’ve heard. Now listen to the clamor when the night claims all the streets, The clinking glasses, joyful shouts, and impromptu heart-beats. For every review left on the wall, a tale is etched in time, A tribute to the haven that inspires every heartfelt rhyme. Ned moves behind the counter with a grace that seems so rare, A guardian of The Cork’s true soul, its warmth beyond compare. As free wine fills the waiting cup of every friend who’s near, The pub becomes a timeless stage for hope, for love, for cheer. So raise your glass to Ned, the man whose kindness never fails, To The Cork, the pub where every review writes wondrous tales. May the free wine flow forever, and the laughter never end, In that magical little haven, where every heart can mend. For in each note of praise and every story that is spun, Lies the truth that life’s a banquet and all are warmly one. And when you wander lonely roads and need a place to dock, Remember the enduring joy found in The Cork and kind old Ned.

Absolutely love the cork. Staff are always amazing and so is the drink/food. This was my first time booking out a section for a party and I cannot recommend it enough, we had so much fun and it was great having our own section. highly highly recommend!!

Studenty pub, with screens to watch sport. Limited food menu and not served in the afternoon. No hot drinks either. Cheap beer and decent vibe. Service was pretty good. Food was average