James W.
Yelp
Kentish Town lacks any decent eating establishments, The Abbey Tavern is no exception. Don't be fooled because it is always busy, or the fact the chef's try to make the food sophisticated. Recently, but never again, I had a roast dinner and it left me wishing I had cooked myself or taken the trouble to venture elsewhere.
The service was ok, if you like the multi-tasking staff role of the barman/waiter/toilet cleaner who looked like he hadn't washed his hands or face from the previous night before bringing me my food. Sadly, the food was just over priced rubbish, which wasted my time and energy using my jaw. If you charge ten pounds for a roast then you should deliver a roast worthy of ten pounds. The beef portion was gerbal size and aside from being ridiculously small, it had lots of irrelevant and unecessary flavoring to disguise the fact that it would otherwise taste like poor quality cheap meat not worthy of good money or possibly human consumption.
I believe restaurants or food outlets should be legally obligated to inform customers of the source and quality of produce on the menu or packaging. Had this been the case at The Abbey, without doubt I would invited my neighbours dog to come along for lunch. At least then I could have felt like there was something satisfying or worthwhile about eating here. Adding insult to injury, If the main feature of the roast was not disappointing enough, I was also given a ration of three (overcooked) roast potatoes and a wee bit of veg, that's it? Oh, and a runner bean.
Bizarely, the gravy tasted tangy and fruity due to the layers of totamto puree substance presumably meant to be a sauce flavour, for a second I thought it was summer and that I was somewhere in the Mediterranean, I was certainly not enjoying a simple dish that can only be enjoyed traditionally. Since when should beef or roast dinner taste like that and more to the point, what type of moron would use a tomato puree/pepper/onion sauce concoction on a sunday roast?
The member of staff on the day subsequently offered me some horse raddish, at this point i'd rather have had horse tranquelisers and the thought of mixing horse raddish with a tomatoe/pepper/onion based mish-mash was enough to make me want to puke. However, Gizmo (my neighbours dog) may have enjoyed it.
Full marks to the chef's for trying to be different, but watch Master Chef and learn about your trade if you want to do bistro or fine dining, its all about the flavours and seasoning.
If ever there was a case for how not to do a roast dinner, unquestionably this is it.
Fortunately, they have a bar selling alcohol so it makes it easier to forget. All in all, if you have a hang over, if you can't be bothered to cook or if you are easily pleased - evidently some local residents are - then I guess its alright.
At least the venue is a place to hang out and let alcahol make up for your losses. Try getting sloshed before you eat, hopefully you will not remember anything.
Anyhow, having recently moved to the area, I now know where not to impress, where to take my neighbours dog, where to take a cheap date. Aunt Bessie would turn in her grave.