When we were about 18, my husband and I used to go to the Yew Tree Inn for a bit of a treat. No, I wasn't a child bride, we got wed several years later... It always felt very extravagant, especially on our measly student wages. We loved to push the boat out and have our favourites; fillet steak with red wine jus and stilton, and the same cut with peppercorn sauce. They had the whole package of candle-lit tables, good food, decent beer and crackling fires.
The Yew Tree may even be credited to us opening our minds to new foods. We once went on Valentine's Day and had their set tasting menu. Neither of us had the balls to tell the waiter that we didn't like parts of the menu, so we just tried it all - and loved every mouthful.
We never fell out with our friends at the top of Dill Hall Brow; we just discovered a whole new world of dining elsewhere.