All reader reviews by Anonymous
After reading all the reviews about this pub we decided to give it a try one sunday afternoon. It is a very long way out of west London, but with all the hype about this place, it must be worth it. You will need Sat-Nav.
Getting parking was quite tricky, and the pub has no parking as far as I could see.
The pub is tucked away around a corner in a new housing development overlooking the unimpresive O2 arena. The Thames flows right by the front terrace and the smell of diesel and dirty water fills the air.
With a table booked, we wanted to order a drink at the bar prior to sitting down.
There were three barmen behind the bar, and no other patrons waiting to be served. After getting no response from any of the three barmen having waited for five minutes, I had to ask if we could please be served. If it was not for living far way, I would have left by now.
Eventually we got the long awaited drink and were able to make ourselves comfortable alongside a rather nice log fire.
After waiting for 30 minutes past the reserved table time, we were eventually taken through to our table. This was in a rather nice room to the back of the pub. It was just a pitty that two of the other table's in the room were full off dirty cutlery as left by the previous diners.
We ordered our meal, and with great anticipation, awaited what so many of you praised this pub for, the food. Four meals arrived over the space of 20 minutes, with the first meal delivered being ice cold by the time the last one arrived. It was the middle of January.
The food was to say the least very avarage. I have had better in small little pubs in other areas of London. It is at the end of the day just "pub grub", and nothing more. Those who think that the food at this pub is brilliant, need to get out more. The roast was avarage, both the lamb and the beef. The gnocci over cooked, and the sea bass the size of a Cornwall sardine. If you do order the sea bass, please order a side too, for you will only get, yes, a sea bass--(baby bass).
After returning my champ to the kitchen for a second time, for being ice cold on the inside, I lost patience.
Drinks that I paid for cash at the bar prior to sitting down were added to my bill just because the waitress thought that the empty glasses on the dining table were ordered at the table. An amateur mistake.
The clientele speaks for itself. Before you go, please make sure that you get along with loud mouthed yuppies working in the City, with a young wife and a newly born in a pram that should not be out on a cold January afternoon. Wear your best clothes and your high street scarf, you will feel right at home.
Thus, this is not a pub, this is mere just another over rated over exposed excuse for a eatery. It's nice and clean, and my visit to the nice smelling loo on my way out the front door was probably the best experience of the Gun!
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Food 5 | Service 1 | Atmosphere 5 | Value for money 3