Was looking forward to grabbing lunch here, as I was starving, having travelled a distance. Arrived at 12.15pm, enquired as to a menu, to be told by a gormless barman that 'The Carvery doesn't start till 12.30pm' No apology, no offer of the pastries/scones that were right beside both of us at the counter! Ordering a coffee while electing to wait, intrigued to see what the carvery might offer. I found a seat, as the bar area began to fill up with retirees and pensioners, by and large. Attempting to sit inside a lounge table proved difficult, the table had to be moved before one could sit. The table was awkward to manoeuvre, causing my coffee to spill into the saucer. I don't know what an older person would do. Maybe that explains why most of them took up seats in the middle of the room. Twelve Thirty came and I went in search of the carvery at the other side of the bar. There was already a queue forming, making it impossible to simply go look at the counter to see the food. The queue bottlenecks through an arch, room for one person to go through, either way, one at a time! Great design. I decided to let the line subside for a few minutes. Meanwhile as people did make their way back to their tables, I could see plates, piled high, meat slices on the bottom, vegetables nad mashed potatoes piled on top, slathered with gravy. Real farmer's food! Hearty and plentiful. Not at all what I expected. Anyway, not one of the plates looked particularly appetising. With that I decided to seek food elsewhere, despite my hunger. To be fair, the senior staff on the floor took good care of the clientele, ferrying plates to those unable to ferry for themselves. The food service obviously provides a service, and it would appear, a good one. Just not for me.
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