Mondays
Quiet night
No music, no quiz, no fuss. Bring a book. Order soup.

Exeter · Since the 1840s
Candlelit snugs, dark oak panelling and stories in the walls — five minutes from the Quay, two centuries from anywhere else.

Stories in the walls
No one quite agrees on the exact year — local historians have argued about it for the better part of a century — but somewhere in the 1840s the front door first opened, and people have been ducking under the lintel ever since.
The Hour Glass has been a labourers' pub, a quayman's pub, a soldier's pub on leave, and on a Tuesday in February, a very quiet writer's pub. It has stayed almost stubbornly itself.
The room



Candle-lit
From four o'clock, every evening, year-round.
Independent
No chain. No template. No upselling.
Unhurried
Stay for one. Stay for the evening. We don't mind.
Devon plates
The kitchen is small and proudly local — beef from a farm we can drive to, vegetables from market gardens the other side of the Exe, fish landed at Brixham that morning. Sunday roasts come with a Yorkshire the size of your fist and the kind of gravy that requires a second bread roll.

On the pumps
We keep our cellar the old way: cool, quiet, and tended by people who know what they're doing. Mostly Devon, occasionally Cornwall (when we're feeling neighbourly), and always one guest cask from somewhere worth knowing about.
Exeter Brewery
Pale, dry, citrus finish
Otter Brewery, Honiton
The pub bitter, perfected
St. Austell
Cornish across the border, but we forgive it
St. Austell
For those who mean it
Crediton
Devon cider, straight from the barrel
Rotating weekly
Ask behind the bar — there's always a story
The Calendar
Most weeks the same regulars on the same stools. We rather like it that way.
Mondays
No music, no quiz, no fuss. Bring a book. Order soup.
Wednesdays
Records dug from local crates. Anyone can request, no one's judging.
Thursdays
Six rounds, properly hard. £2 a head. Winner takes the tab.
Last Sunday
Devon folk musicians in the back snug. Acoustic, accidental, lovely.

By the Quay
Five minutes on foot from Exeter Quay, ten from the Cathedral, fifteen from St David's station — but emotionally, we like to think, somewhere in the previous century.
Word of mouth
"The kind of pub you walk into for one and stay in for four. Properly kept ale and a Sunday roast worth crossing the Exe for."
"Unmistakably itself. Candlelit, panelled, slightly eccentric — everything a Devon pub ought to be."
"I have been coming here for twenty-six years. The chair in the back corner is mine. Don't get any ideas."
An invitation
You don't have to book. You're always welcome to walk in. But for Sundays and Friday evenings, it tends to be a wise idea.