"I just took my 93 year old Mum here for Sunday lunch. She probably doesn 't have many years left, so me and my Sister are trying to take her out for posh treats whenever we can. The food was delicious above average traditional English roast. Not quite haute cuisine, but above average. I had the braised belly pork which was fine, my Mum had the roast beef, which was not fine. Sadly, the beef was exceptionally tough, quite gristly, and not very well carved either: closer to thick slabs than finely carved roast slices. My Mum is of that war generation that don 't like to make a fuss so she laboured away hacking and sawing at her beef. Eventually on the edge of tears she was persuaded to hand over her plate to me to cut up her meat poignant mother son role reversal), and even *I* struggled! She ate as much as she could remember: war generation, rationed meat, never let anything go to waste) but gave up, declaring: well, I 've had enough, I don 't *need* any more and I can 't face any more chewing . I 'm not one to complain remember, my pork was fine but I drew the waitress 's attention to the problem and she said she 'd talk to the chef. She returned insisting that she couldn 't offer us a discount NOTE: I didn 't *ask* for a discount) but she could offer us a free dessert. We politely declined, mainly because that wasn 't the point. The point was that the food wasn 't good and the chef needs to know that. We left, not feeling at all that our message had been heard: there was a problem with the beef, and it doesn 't matter how many discounts or free desserts you give people, if the meat is impossibly tough people aren 't going to come back. My Mother 's final word on our lunch outing: Disastrous . I tipped the waitress who had been very attentive, but we won 't be going back because it was expensive £72 for 2 x 2 course meals) and the chef can 't cook."
