I am not feeling the four-star average of this place. At. All. Maybe we should have tried the wings. There is obviously some drug in them that dupes folks into thinking this is a good pub when in actuality it's passable at best.
Beer selection? Almost non-existent. Mostly variations on a theme of bland big-name lagers. The little card on the table that proudly states they "pour" Flying Monkeys fails to mention they pour it from a bottle. Or actually they don't. Since there was no glass and no pouring. And they only had the worst of the three Flying Monkey options listed on the card.
Somersby Cider? Pretty flat ... and for some reason served with ice cubes in it. Really!? Is that a thing now?
Medium rare steak? Well done. And served with flavorless veggies and salad.
Yam fries. Passable (and pleasantly thick) but for some reason served with a soy dip that should go with egg rolls. Blech.
The only good thing was the calamari, which was tender, if a bit oily. But they even screwed that up by serving it with boring tartar sauce.
This place definitely struck out with us.