Walter W.
Yelp
This is the second place in a week I've eaten at because I was hankering after a "London experience" that would leave me lamenting London's disappearing charms. Rather, it left me wondering if Mary Portas would soon be casing the joint, trying to save our high street heritage with a business nip and tuck. So perhaps this is what Mary would say:
Pie - 2/5: not offensive, but if this is an authentic pie from yesteryear, it's a reminder that this country really is a whole lot wealthier today than it used to be.
Mash - 3/5, it's fine. There is just one big pot of mash - it's nothing fancy and if you would normally expect some kind of variety, please stop that.
Liquor - 3/5, not to my taste, but I can see the appeal. I know it's not traditional, but I think today's customer would like a selection of gravies and sides. I don't want to turn this place into Square Pie, but evolution on this planet has occasionally worked out for the best.
Service - comically gruff. I almost laughed, but stopped when I got a look as if the guy behind the counter was going to spit on me. I think this adds to the character. You may not think this if it happens to you.
Decor - 5/5: superb interior that transports you back to horses, carts and little street urchins lining the windows, desperate to be inside. There was sawdust on the floor! I truly loved it - the only thing that raises the star count one notch.
Hoxton Street is vile - I'm not sure who would make a detour to try this place out, unless it started pumping out something more than traditional, dying fare. By all means, go try it out. It's an experience. But if you want to be blown away by a taste from the past, I don't think this place has the gunpowder to do that.