Style over substance and inept service abound in what could have been a great venue. Whilst the food looked good this was at the expense of flavour and ultimately satisfaction. Inept service resulted in runny egg for a pregnant member of the party and half the drinks order finding its way to the bill but not the table (an experience shared with the table next to us). A veal steak with a runny sauce was served on a wooden board, overflowing salad onto tue table and accompanying vegetables in a mini bowl resulting in the table cloth enjoying more of the (admittedly tasty) sauce than I and the dexterity of a brain surgeon required. My parfait starter was more reminiscent of Sainsbury's own brand than dining out. The result - desert forgone to avoid further disappointment and for only the second time in a decade the tip kept in my pocket.
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