"Oh dear. Things were not looking up from the start. We wanted Sunday lunch but couldn 't get into our first choice restaurant so we headed here. On entry we were informed that the card machine was broken so we would have to pay cash. No problem, technical problems happen. Then we ordered drinks. Nothing complex just cokes, diet cokes, lemonades. These took forever to arrive and when we enquired with the absent waitress (we had to go into the bar she wasn 't in the least bit apologetic as she barked that they were coming. We ordered food, at the same time as drinks, from the menu imaginatively clipped to pieces of old wine crate nice touch except that A4 is larger than the board so the menus were tatty round the edge (again, not a deal breaker but symptomatic of worse problems to come! . The propaganda at the beginning described something about the proprietor 's love of food (he obviously doesn 't eat here very often . Like so many others I went for the 'Famous Sunday Roast ' which was shocking. The roast pork loin was ok not over cooked but the 'seasonal veg ' were non existent. I had peas and carrots which had painfully obviously been frozen (rubbery carrots eugh . Carrots might be seasonal but peas not in January. What about some Kale or cabbage? The potatoes weren 't great, but by this time we were so exhausted by the waiting for everything that we couldn 't be bothered to send it back. We just wanted to leave. As a final salute to terrible restaurants, as she neared the bottom of her green salad, my friend found a hair mixed in with the leaves. On drawing this to the waitress ' attention, she wasn 't greeted with an outpouring of apology but an indifferent grunt. No 'comped ' salad for us then. We finally fished out the loose change (remember no card machine to make the bill exactly (no a snowball 's chance in hell of a tip and left. For £7.95 I don 't expect caviar served by my own personal butler but I don 't expect the horrific experience that I endured."
Sticky Ribs
