We visited this well located pub in the heart of Covent Garden to watch the match in mid April 2014. It was crammed full of revellers hoping to catch a glimpse of their favourite players. Sadly, what was only meant to be a fun evening watching Manchester United's manager making a fool of himself turned into one watching the venue's management doing the same.
A grey-haired sourpuss behind the bar, the landlady I assume, decided to take centre stage, barking orders at startled punters left, right and centre. She delighted in moving our party off of the chairs we had found; apparently they were prebooked which was fair enough. However, when the party that had prebooked didn't want to use the chairs, and we took them back to ease our weary limbs, she barked again that we needed to "grow up" and took the chairs behind the bar where no one could sit on them. Lovely.
When the party left, there was a short scramble for the seats. The lady then proceeded to insist that everyone moved round. When someone replied that he was fine she went mental, shouting, "I can easily kick you out you know!" Nice.
Finally the food. Foul. The fish and chips at best resembled good assbled from Iceland-bought fare and the cheesecake was Asda's £1 own at best. How yummy!
All in all, this place is best avoided. But feel free to simply their atmospheric and culinary delights for yourself if you don't believe me!
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