rev:text
| - WELL CHEERIO, CHAPS! A wee English pub in the hideaway of fairest Kensington? Great Scot, I say! I have partaken of the libations and nosh at this fine establishment on many an occasion, from tipping a pint to celebrating the ever-present holiday of "bloody hell do I need a beer".
Ah, language, language! I shall try not to be so frivolous with my tongue for the endurance of this review. Tut tut, pip pip, onward ho!
Let me declare this: The chicken sandwich is ta major A+ in my books. You know, the one with bacon. One of the best I've had in the city. I couldn't tell you way, but I feel they combine the elements necessary for a delicious sandwich in equal and meaningful proportions. I've eaten chicken sandwiches all over this city ranging from excellent (here) to incredibly salty and off-putting (Moxies), so I'm a bit of a chicken sandwich professional and you had better listen to me.
That said, it is a wee squishy in here so you may have to wait a spot for a table. But chin up, gentlemen, for when you do the experience is generally a good one. The wait staff here are attentive at best and occasionally forgetful at worst - sort of like, well, anywhere else.
The decor, of course, is pretty unique. It's enough to make someone of German heritage temporarily adopt a faux-English accent and tip a derby hat at passersby.
On the whole I think this place actually deserves a 3.5, but I'll give it the 4 because this is the only place I've ever seen someone attempt an "Aussie Tequila Shot". Google it, and you'll know why that was a positive experience for everyone who wasn't the attemptee.
|