Every time we leave this handily placed specialist food pub the conversation inevitably ends with, “…. Well, we won’t be going back there again!”, and a list of complaints is aired culminating in the only positive fact about the place; it has an indoor play area.
But for whatever reason, roughly eighteen or so months elapses and we end up back at Home Farm, this time the inclement weather eliminated the impressive new establishment at Melton, the Sand Piper and so it came to pass…
The two for £9 on adult meals before half 6 was the clincher this time, until a perusal of the menu unveiled that this excluded anything tempting and was in fact a list of the stuff such as veggie lasagne and crap that no one really likes, or the food eaten when on a pretend diet.
You pay in advance here, and as a result you have no leverage when the service is awful, as it always is because they don’t have enough staff as a matter of policy it would seem.
We waited an eternity, which isn’t a problem if you have kids due to the play area, but forty minutes seems to be the average for the starter, followed by a further twenty minutes minimum for the mains.
I had a mixed grill which included two burnt and stale sausages, one could have been used to inflict injury on someone it was so hard.
And it was extremely luke warm, but having failed in my quest for a spoon for Conor and a ten-minute wait for ketchup, I just couldn’t be bothered to ask for a warm up as I had something to do a week on Tuesday.
Everyone chuntered about something, from the kids meals being wrong to missing ice cream, but when a sweet natured young waitress asked us if all was well, we concurred as saying something would have felt like kicking a puppy.
How terribly British of us. I wonder whether matters will have improved in eighteen months or so. I wouldn’t bank on it….