Don't make a reservation. Don't even fucking dress up. And for fuck sakes, do not wait in their line. Roll in this bitch like you are Johnny Depp (you know, greasy hair, sunglasses inside, sans deodorant) and head straight to the bar, it is fucking huge.
Park your gigantic ass at the bar and order pickled eggs, scotch eggs or their in-house gorgeously made pickles. The menu is a smorgasbord of yummy food and their beer selection is an alcoholics wet dream. You'll rack up quite a bill (but you are rolling like Depp, remember?) but then again, just sucker a date into paying so who gives a crap.
Five fucking stars for doing to eggs what KISS did to the women of the 70's, or something. Keep up the good work. *John-hug