The gentleman on the welcome desk was charming and showed me to my seat, but after that, nothing, I was ignored for almost 10 minutes. Waiters were even setting the table next to me but alas, not a menu or the offer of a drink to be had. Finally, in this game of 'how long can they ignore me before I complain' chicken, a waiter arrived. Being the Sunday brunch menu, there's a 'Roast of the Day' and when I asked the waitress who brought the bread over what it was, she had to check her note pad to read out that it was rib of beef and Yorkshire pudding. I resisted the temptation to ask her what a Yorkshire pudding was which would have almost certainly elicited the response, 'I'll have to check with the kitchen'.
Finally, what do they have against gravy? Such a meagre portion; the table next to me asked the waiter for an addition jug of it. I thought I should too but instead, I decided to persevere and eat it how the chef served it; stupid me. They scored the double then: chewy, and dry.
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