Maybe we are just county bumpkins but the London prices of this Sunday lunch seem a bit eye watering.
We were phoned the day before and told we only had our 1300 table till 1500. Not a problem. We also politely reminded of this the moment we walked through the door - which was a bit overkill.
Firstly, lovely interior, packed tables and warm ambience. Just ever so slightly dampened by being seated next to the toilets.
We ordered a chicken and a beef roast, having been told on arrival that the lamb had run out due to groups pre-booking.
The food was swift in arriving. My beef was perfect, rare in the centre and done on the outside, topped with a massive Yorkshire pudding. But, oh dear, the veg was disappointing. A mound of crunchy cabbage was enhanced by it swimming in a delicious gravy but the potatoes were a total let down. They were par boiled but looked and tasted like they had been roasted for twenty seconds in a microwave. Not the five star food I expected for almost £20!
We shared a plate of rather uninspiring cheese and downed our £25 bottle of wine (cheapest on the rather exorbitant wine list) and left. There must be a million places to get a great traditional Sunday roast in London - this is not one of them.