this place is a fair way out of the city, and we were hopeful it was worth the drive.
the place has a warm and welcoming feel the second you open the door. it's rustic, old, and far from modern, and we were taken with the atmosphere. the staff were great, lots of them and vey attentive.
the entrees of garlic and pesto bread were good, not amazing but good and generous serving size.
then the mains arrived. there was no visible space left on any plate, the amount of food was staggering, and the five mains were very hit and miss.
the salmon was the pick of the table, the fish and chips was bog standard fare, and the pan seared prawn linguini was the hit. off the specials board it was really flavoursome, plentiful and left a lingering taste. and then there was the piggy parmy.....no. a smashed thin deep fried chicken "breast" with an horrific sauce under circular ham taken from a don supermarket ham packet. on a bed of 3,000 thin fries this looked like a meal for henry viii but was on a parmigiana scale barely scored 2/10.
we decided to go elsewhere for dessert and coffee, but for a catch up with friends in a great setting, pick wisely as you will either love it or hate it....