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Według klientów recenzji, dania Brytyjska tutaj są smaczne. Ta bar gwarantuje Ci doskonale ugotowany Ribeye., Mięsne placki i befsztyk Strogonow. Według gości, kelnerzy serwują smaczny pudding sticky toffee, Brownie i Crème brûlée tutaj. Rozpocznij swój posiłek od pyszny ale, Lager z chardonnay. Klienci odwiedzają The Brownlow Inn, aby posmakować dobry chocolate frappe, herbata z kawa.
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The curry was an enigma — it had all the excitement of boiled wallpaper paste and about as much flavour. The naan bread was cremated beyond recognition and so salty it could season the Dead Sea. The chips tasted like they’d been fried in last year’s oil, and the onion rings… well, let’s just say I’ve had better meals in hospital cafeterias.
The fish was so greasy it could’ve slipped off the plate and escaped on its own. My son’s chicken burger was cooked to the texture of a rubber toy — I half expected him to start throwing it for the dog. The bread roll was so stale it should’ve come with a health warning. The kebab was dry enough to start a drought, and the pie sat sadly in a puddle of green mush that once identified as peas.
Now, I’ll admit — I have high standards because I always cook from fresh, use the best ingredients, and actually taste and check everything I make. So maybe that’s why this meal offended me on a spiritual level.
Then the grand finale: the £20 “cake surcharge.” Yes, twenty pounds to sing Happy Birthday and present a 12-year-old with his own cake. Who knew joy now came with a service charge?
Now, credit where it’s due — the staff were absolutely lovely. Truly wonderful people doing their best to serve chaos with a smile. They were polite, patient, and clearly deserve a pay rise (or at least therapy). If there were Oscars for bravery in the face of terrible food, they’d sweep the awards.
As for the owner — the less said the better. Imagine a pantomime villain who’s traded his evil laugh for a calculator and a surcharge list. “Boo! Hiss!” doesn’t quite cover it. To be fair, he has described himself in a review as a “good-looking slim millionaire,” which is absolutely hilarious — because after this meal, the only thing slim around here was the chance of us ever coming back.
And this isn’t even the first time he’s upset us. On our last visit, he actually shouted at us because our baby dared to make a noise — yes, a baby doing what babies do. You’d think a man so self-proclaimedly charming could handle the sound of a giggle, but apparently not. We should’ve taken that as the red flag it clearly was.
I’ll give them this: consistency is key, and this place is consistently disappointing. Between the limp food, frosty management, and saintly staff, I think it’s safe to say our custom is gone for good.
While I draw breath, I’ll be sharing this culinary horror story far and wide. May the locals be braver (and hungrier) than I.