Helen A.
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If culinary disappointment had a headquarters, it would be this place.
This was, without exaggeration, the worst Sunday roast l've ever encountered in my entire life. I've seen hospital food with more joy, airline meals with more skill, and school dinners with more pride.
£45pp for a Sunday roast: you'd expect at least a passable plate of food.
Let's start with the headline crime: no Yorkshire puddings. A Beef Sunday roast without Yorkies is basically a hate crime against British cuisine.
What sort of lawless establishment thinks that's acceptable?
Then came the plate itself…if you can call it that.
The portions were microscopic, and not in a
"fancy restaurant small plates" way, more in a
"did someone already eat half of this?" way..
The meat was a masterclass in failure: overcooked, 50% fat, and tasted like it had given up long before it reached the table.
The roast potatoes were unpeeled, as if the chef had simply accepted defeat before even starting which is exactly how l imagine a chef waves the white flag.
And the leeks... I honestly don't know how that cream sauce was allowed to leave the kitchen. It looked like something you'd report, not eat.
Charging £4 for extra gravy is daylight robbery.
Then they charged £45 for this disaster. £45!
I've had meals on budget airlines that felt more generous, more edible, and less personally insulting.
The only saving grace? The waiting staff were genuinely lovely; they deserved hazard pay for serving this car crash of a roast. And the restaurant itself is gorgeous, but it's the pure definition of "fur coat, no knickers": all show, zero substance, and absolutely nothing underneath worth seeing.