Initially i booked because its near the O2. But Oh my good. Its a dirty, dank, old pub in the back of beyond. Lousy customer service from some Polish bird, although her red neck sidekick ... kind of dumb and dumber was ok. I guess the rule in this place is... they get you pissed on cheap vodka for free, and you pass out, and don’t notice just how bad the place is .... this aside, i am sure the chick was using up all the leftover food from the guest fridge, and making in to dinner for the guests. Shock horror. Moreover, the girl claimed to be the sales Director.... and very proud of the fact she has been running her own hostel back in Poland, and got the job here as soon as she arrived. Love... not sure what kind of place you were running, but i don’t get why you were in the bar, and your clearly not that good at what you do, so who in their Wright mind would employee you ! “ just my opinion” but your were like the blind leading the blind, and clueless being the operative word... more