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| - I am sorry, but I sooooo wanted to like this place. I mean, what's not to like? It's a kitschy little bit o'Britain right on Tropicana in the middle of the freaking desert, how can you not like that?
Well, let's just say we stopped by their this afternoon for a wee bit o'food coming back from McCarran and oh my was I disappointed.
Now, there is no doubt they have an excellent selection of draught beers and I quite enjoyed my Belgian wheat beer, but sad to say, the Mrs, had an ice tea and she had to get a Sprite, because the tea tasted like water, yuck!
Anyway on to the food. Again like another poster mentioned, the fish & chips were just kind of sad. I mean here we are sitting in the middle of supposedly Her Majesty's finest establishment expecting British excellence and the fish seemed like something that had been bought at a Costco.
OK, you are right, this is the middle of the Mojave Desert and there ain't no friggin' ocean anywhere near here, but come on, I have had better frozen fish at lots of places that are far from the sea.
Now on to my Ploughman's Lunch. Oh, how I do like a Ploughman's plate, and to tell the truth they did do a wee bit better here than they do with the fish. But the bread was dry and almost stale, and the cheddar cheese tasted like something you'd buy at a supermarket. Now the Stilton was a nice piece of cheese, though not the best bleu cheese I have had but not the worst either. The tomato was fresh, but I was a bit expecting the beets to be pickled but they were just cold cooked beat slices.
Service was fine, though nothing spectacular. The young lass who served us did a good job, but she didn't provide excellent service, it was just kind of a step above adequate.
Again, I really wanted to like the place. The atmosphere is cool in a corny kind of a way. I am fond of kitsch, but if you are going for kitsch you also have to provide more than a semi cozy English pub type environment. You also need to have food that is going to live up to the hype, sadly the Crown & Anchor had the sizzle, but no steak.
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