The Union Rye

The fireplaces still smell of centuries of wood smoke, even after the old pub became a proper restaurant. It sits on Rye's cobbled East Street with a rustic, slightly bohemian room that suits the town well. The kitchen casts a wide net, moving between Cantonese and classical French in the same meal without making a fuss about it. Rye draws visitors on its own merits, and this is a natural place to land when the cobblestones start winning.

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