Sunday set menu looks decent. Started with the mackerel and beetroot — wow. Light, not too heavy, really good way to kick things off. I like (Borat voice).

The main: beef roast. Top class, not world class, but definitely up there with the best roasts I’ve had. Flavours are popping like my nose in a lift mirror. Volume-wise, okay — could’ve eaten more meat and veg though.

Also tried the chicken. Very dry. Not it.

Not quite the Golden Lion, but a close second.
Rating: 8.4 (8.6 without the chicken)

Decent vibes walking in. Phoebe nailed it with her meal — proper good, no complaints there. Me? I rolled the dice on the smash burger… except they forgot the “smash.” Thick patty, no crisp, no sear — just a burger in denial.

Service was slower than a dial-up connection, but not a deal breaker.

Phoebe’s plate carried the evening. Without her dish, this review would be crying into its ketchup.

Rating: 7.5 (7.8 with Phoebe in the mix)

Food comes when it wants, not when you do. Nachos landed first — cold, average, nothing to write home about. Monkey bread, though? Yeah, that slapped, fair play.

Went for the beef skewer. Let’s just say my ball bag’s packing more meat. No salt and pepper on the table either — had to ask, and when it finally arrived it came in a tiny dish. Are you okay?

Music blasting like it’s a warehouse rave, not dinner. Whole vibe: style over substance.

Rating: 5.7

Solid pizza, no doubt about it, but the sauce and cheese clearly didn’t read the script. Too much sauce here, not enough cheese there — like the kitchen was improvising jazz. Still, the base was on point and overall it scratched the pizza itch. Not legendary, but I’d happily grab another slice

Rating: 7.0

This was a game of two halves. Wings? Genuinely tasty, crispy, and seasoned properly — nothing to write home about. Chips though… a bit flat, like they’d given up on life halfway through the fryer. Ketchup tried to help but didn’t quite succeed. End result: the wings carried the score while the chips sat sulking on the bench.

Rating: 6.6

The wings came out swinging — crunchy, juicy, and dangerously moreish. The burger was good too, you could taste the quality chicken, though it didn’t blow the doors off. Then there was the BBQ sauce, which went a bit heavy-handed and tried to be the main character. Still, overall a proper good feed — mostly thanks to those wings stealing the show.

Rating: 7.8

The burger ticked the boxes, not amazing. The tapas was pleasant (just not loads of it), but the curveball highlight? The salad. Fresh, vibrant, and surprisingly brilliant — way more effort went into it than anyone expected. You know a place is doing something right when you’re telling your mates “order the salad” on the way out.

Rating: 7.1

If you’re after steak, this place means business. Meat was cooked beautifully, sides held their own, and overall the food really delivered. It’s pricier than Flat Iron, but also tastier, so fair trade. Only real drawback was the wait — took a while to land on the table — but once it did, all was forgiven. Steak done right.

Rating: 8.2

Went in as a group of ten, so fair play, service was bound to take a little longer — and it did. The food itself was a bit up and down: prawns overcooked and chewy, the rest decent but nothing that stuck in the memory. I didn’t leave disappointed, just not buzzing either. One of those meals where you’re chatting with friends and the food plays backup.

Rating: 6.9

Chit n Chat
Food was good — nothing wild, nothing tragic, just solid, reliable stuff. Like that mate who never misses a night out but also never does anything outrageous. You know what you’re getting, and sometimes that’s all you want.
Rating: 7.0

Rudy’s
Classic pizza spot doing what it does best. Proper good dough, nice balance, and definitely one of the better-known names for a reason. Didn’t blow my mind but very easy to enjoy.
Rating: 7.8

Greggs (or “Geggs” if you’re local)
It’s Greggs. You know it, I know it, we all know it. Sometimes it hits the spot perfectly, sometimes it feels like you’ve just eaten disappointment in a paper bag. This one landed right in the middle.
Rating: 5.0

James Martin
Pricey place but the mac and cheese alone deserves a standing ovation. Rich, gooey, and easily one of the best versions out there. Not a spot you’re popping into casually, but if you want to splurge, it’s worth it.
Rating: 8.0

Flat Iron
Big fan of this one. The steak was succulent, juicy, and properly flavoursome — basically steak done right. It’s not mind-blowing luxury, but it delivers every time. Solid favourite.
Rating: 8.2

Franco Manca
Decent pizza, crust had a nice bite and toppings were balanced. Not the kind of pizza that changes your life, but definitely good enough to make you nod and go “yeah, I’d have that again.”
Rating: 7.5

Fazenda
All-you-can-eat steak is both a blessing and a curse. Great food, loads of variety, but by the end I was so full I genuinely questioned my life choices. Good fun, but not somewhere you can face going back to straight away — need at least a month to recover.
Rating: 7.9

Ezra & Gil (Breakfast)
Full English was decent — bacon spot on, eggs were a bit much, and the whole thing didn’t really push past “good but standard.” It’ll fill you up, but it’s not rewriting breakfast history.
Rating: 7.0

Climat
Now this was special. Food was fresh, light, and properly refined — you could tell thought went into every plate. Expensive, sure, but at least it tasted worth it. One of those meals you remember afterwards.
Rating: 9.2