"A comically bad experience. My Sunday lunch quiche, salad, chips arrived with 7 or 8 actual chips surrounded by a mound of potato shrapnel, detritus from the bottom of the tray, which was truly unappealing. 15 quid btw. A polite complaint resulted in another small pot of chips arriving, albeit after I’d eaten the quiche. When the I’m guessing, long-suffering waitress asked if everything had been ok, I said not really and that the plate that had been served suggested a cook who didn’t care much about either food or customers. Word got back quickly to Cook Dom, who popped out of the kitchen. Not, as you might imagine, to apologise, but to loudly call me out for being ‘childish’. When I reminded him of what an unappetising portion of ‘chips’ he’d produced, he justified it on the basis that it was, and I quote ‘what we had left’. It’s a bold position to adopt, you have to admit. So if you want to go to a quite sweet pub, pay 15 quid for the privilege of eating whatever they happen to have left, and then be insulted for having the temerity to mention that their scrapings weren’t quite up to scratch, then The Snowdrop is the place for you. Nice bar staff, but the cook might want to rethink his life choices."
