- 整體 1
- 食物 3
- 服務 1
- 氛圍 1
This place has fallen so far from grace. Complete pandemonium upon arrival. The equivalent of a coach load of diners crammed into the foyer and an officious front of house member huffing and harassed. Not a smile to be had by single staff member, even the Christmas tree above the clock seemed depressed. Shunted to the cafe to await a table, we ordered a £90 bottle of wine only to be quizzed as to why we were there by a sweaty waiter who seemed oblivious to the chaos two metres away at the front desk. Half an hour later, we enquired about the likelihood of getting our table, to be met with a blank stare, then traipsed, Basil Fawlty style, towards a bleak table in the near corner. Our wine was lost, the waiter kept calling us “dears” thickly and with some irony, and the service was scant and perfunctory. Food was slapped down, condiments elusive and our repeated requests for water ignored. To top it all, when we finally managed to order dessert and cocktails, we were told by a charming chap tapping his watch (an hour and twenty minutes into the meal), that they needed the table back. When I pointed out that we had been seated forty minutes late, I was allowed a further thirty mins to finish the meal by a graceless spiv. £150 a head and booted out the door, Merry Christmas. Once a neighbourhood favourite, we shan’t bother again. How very far they have fallen since the departure of the great JK.