Nicola C.
Yelp
Looking at the sea of five stars for this restaurant, I'm worried that my measly three is going to start a backlash! However, I suspect that the Battlefield may have been Resting on its laurels recently, coasting on its good reputation. I will state my case thus.
The Baron and I arrived slightly after our chums who were already seated in the packed and rather cramped restaurant, and with drinks served. Great! We ordered two bottled beers, although we then had to ask for two glasses for the beers. Strike number 1. Two half pint glasses arrived. Strike number 2. It took a while to then get a waiter's attention so that we could order, which happened once the waiter had gone away again to retrieve his pad. In fact, every time we ordered something, the staff had to go and retrieve their errant notebooks first - surely that's what pockets are for? Strike number 3. Our starters were delivered and consumed without much incident - a rather nice caprese for me (the pine nuts were a nice touch), a tempting looking shared meat platter for two of our party, and garlic bread and mozarella for The Baron. Oh wait, I tell a lie - there WAS an incident. It's at this point that Gallus Waiter Who Thinks He's Much Funnier Than He Actually Is enters the story. The Baron's plate of garlic bread and mozzarella was presented with a rib-tickling cry of 'curry and custard!' The offer of ground pepper was oh-so-hilariously changed to 'Prozac?'. We affected the forced smiles and barely discernible nods of people who have just been told a really racist joke by an embarrassing boss, and waited until he'd gone away. Strikes 4 and 5. Starters were cleared away and then our main courses arrived, in a bit of a jumble it has to be said - my Pork Battlefield Rest arrived first, and then my vegetables last, out of our table of five. We ordered new bottles of beer, which also arrived with new pint glasses for everyone - hooray! But they were all half full of ice - what?! Given the average response times for the evening, it was easier to just tip the ice into our water glasses and manfully carry on, rather than ask for empty glasses - Strike 6. Strike 7 came while I was regaling my companions with an hilarious anecdote, when I sensed a smug presence looming at my elbow. It was of course, Gallus Waiter, who rather than saying something normal like 'sorry to interrupt, but is everything okay?' instead gestured for me to continue my story, and affected a glaikit 'I'm fascinated' expression for my benefit (which he'd apparently been wearing for a minute or so before I noticed him). The Battlefield Rest very nearly got four stars at that point: "**** off!" But of course, I restrained myself.
And after all those antics and high-jinks, what about the food? Well, it was...nice. Not bad, but not amazing, just....nice. I felt that my pork should have been a bit more special for over £12, and while very strongly flavoured, seemed rather well cooked, not too tough to eat, but certainly not juicy or tender. The Baron thoroughly enjoyed his haggis cannelloni, but remarked that the presentation of the side salad left a bit to be desired, being essentially rocket flung at a bowl. In fact, the presentation of the Lamb and Venison stew and of the Pork Milanese also seemed to be of the 'fling at a bowl' school, though you couldn't fault the size of the portions.
So, would I go back? Well, probably not of my own volition, but I would happily revisit with friends to see if they can prise more stars from me. If Gallus Waiter is working that night though, the outlook is NOT good...