Everyone wants the best of both worlds, unless that second world is Waterworld, because who's got the time? Now offering the best of drinking and feasting, The Owl and Pussycat. Just re-opened under ambitious new management, this 16th century respite of besottedness has transformed into a split-level "pub downstairs & restaurant upstairs", the latter elegantly spartan, the former re-decked with dark, old-school wood flooring and cracked-paint walls adorned with Victorian silhouettes, copper etchings, and small animal skulls, for a look that's stoatally awesome. The lower floor's rotating draft ales -- currently Forty-Niner, Brakspear, Hobgoblin & Boondoggle -- plus up-leveled traditional pub grub like marrowbone on toast, steak, kidney & smoked oyster pie, and a ham hock hash w/ fried duck egg (after ham like that you'd be fried too). The slightly more refined diner boasts the likes of salt cured duck w/ pear sauce & savoy cabbage, slow cooked ox cheek w/ root veg and dumplings, and roast pheasant w/ horseradish bread sauce and game chips, which will go all-in your belly. Alongside an 80+ wine list, the upstairs bar's also slinging cocktails including the JD, Chambord, lemon & gomme "What's New Pussycat?", and a rum, Cointreau, and "flare of orange" (fire + zest) number dubbed "The Lonely Chef" -- who wants to keep him company when he's cruising around on a catamaran with gills behind his ears?