Marie Q.
Yelp
Boo. That is basically my first and lasting reaction. Boo to you, The Eagle.
We so wanted to love the place! It was raining, and we walked it and it was cozy, warm and smelled wonderful. Top it off with some Leffe on Tap (and a Pint of bitter for the bf), and open plan kitchen and a great little menu that sounded great - we thought we had found the real deal, the birthplace of the gastopub.
I ordered steak toast and the bf a pasta dish. So far so good, looking at the chefs milling about behind the partition and things cooking, we were generally very excited.
Then the food came, and unfortunately this is where it all unravelled. The waitress slapped the plates down and had turned around before I even got a chance to smile at her. The food looked promising, large plates and nice looking meat.
I then realised my steak toast had no butter or any other sauce, it was only a piece of toast and a steak. I waved over a different waiter and asked for some ketchup or mayonnaise, or any steak sauce really - at which point the waiter looked at me like something he found under his shoe and said 'We dont serve condiments.' No sorry, no unfortunately, no 'um, i could get you some olive oil?', no nothing.
So I understand completely the desire not to slap heinz or hellmans onto a nice steak but PLEASE, give me some homemade mayonnaise or freshly made tomato ketchup, or even just a bit of butter - anything!! And please, when I ask a completely acceptable question in a friendly way, and its your job to answer - reciprocate in kind!
We were a bit speechless after that, the mood definitely taken down a notch. The food itself was alright, the steak cooked well enough and the pasta good, but a little forgettable. Nothing to really write home and nothing I would brave the service or 'rules' for to come back for.
So boo to you, Eagle. I love steak, I love toast - and I SO wanted to love you!