Last Sunday after a full weekend of work (boooo) I decided to show my sister the sights of East London.
After a stroll through Spitalfield’s Market and up Brick Lane where we sampled the sights, sounds and smells – including a ridiculously hot mozzarella, tomato and bazil wrap and a couple of macaroons which were half the price of those in La Duree but just as delicious – we walked over to Broadway Market, at my suggestion, to enjoy a good old fashioned Sunday Roast Dinner.
The Cat & Mutton was my first choice after having enjoyed a lovely dinner there with the man many months before. I say lovely, the food was, the atmosphere however was nothing other than pretentious. The staff seem to have a serious attitude…completely un-helpful and well, kind of rude.
And the same could be said for this second visit.
As we walked in to the crowded and quite noisy pub we couldn’t spot a free table and therefore headed straight to the bar to speak to the staff and see if there was a waiting list in order. After being ignored for 10 minutes I interrupted the staff to ask if we should just take a seat to which I was told ‘Yeah if you can find one’.
I know, I know…it’s the sensible answer but with the level of attitude in which it was delivered I felt as though I had just asked the most ridiculous question of all time.
So, we headed upstairs to see if we could ‘find’ ourselves a seat for dinner. One floor up we found each table taken. We waited at the bar as we saw a large group paying up and putting on their coats. The barman didn’t ask us if we wanted a drink or even attempt to serve us. People need Juice dude! Get over here and get me a G&T!!
When we did sit down we were able to order pretty quickly but were served with the same amount of disdain from the waiter after I asked whether we should order at the bar or not, ‘No, I can take you’re order’ was his petulant response.
Once we had ordered we could then relax and enjoy ourselves with a glass of red. Our meals came relatively quickly or rather just before you begin to wonder how long ago you ordered. I opted for the Roast Beef whilst sister had the Roast Chicken with Tarragon Bread Sauce. Amaze.
My only moan, food-wise, would be perhaps my beef was little on the fatty side – meaning my cutlery was no match for dissecting it. The rest of the meal was as good as the first time and almost like a nice reward for dealing with the frosty reception from the staff.
I would go back but be under no illusion about the service. I guess the old waitress in me expects a smile and the extra mile especially when parting with 18 spondoolies for beef and yorkshires. But I guess when you’re location is in one of the trendiest part of East London and your food is that good there’s no need for niceties – get in, get out and find yourself a seat.