It’s always busy. Always. At 11am on a Tuesday, you’ll find a mix of students, retired gents discussing the weather, and someone reading a very thick book. It’s beautiful chaos.
The staff are legends. They’ve seen it all—from spilled G&Ts to someone trying to pay with a pocketful of 1p coins. Yet they still bring your order with a smile and a “Here you go, love.” Honestly, that deserves a medal.
The seating is an adventure. You’ll find a leather armchair that’s seen a few wars, a high stool that wobbles, and a booth that could fit a small family. My advice? Grab the red velvet chairs. They’re the comfiest. I’ve napped there. (Don’t tell anyone.)
The Food: Greasy, Glorious, and Guaranteed
Let’s talk about the menu. You know what you’re getting. It’s not Michelin-star, but it’s reliable. The ultimate burger is a monument to indulgence. It comes with a giant onion ring that you could use as a halo.
The chips are perfection. They’re the kind of chips that are salty, crispy, and almost too hot to eat. You burn your tongue on the first one, but you do not care. It’s a rite of passage.
And the pizza? It’s not Italian. It’s after-the-pub pizza, and it hits the spot every single time. Pair it with a side of garlic bread and you have a carb-loading dream ready for whatever the night throws at you.
