The W.G. Grace - JD Wetherspoon — Restaurant in Bristol

It's a Wetherspoons. My patronage has been limited to daytimes, where you can get cheap, well-presented, awful food: mostly sold by young staff who have the breezy chirpiness of people who are certain that a bright future awaits them when they complete their degrees, despite the fact that they're constitutionally incapable of locating a three-foot-high stack of coffee cups eighteen inches away.

(They're wrong, of course, but optimism should never be discouraged.)

I have no idea what it's like after dark, but if I'm ever threatened with finding out by a misguided acquaintance, I'll be taking holy water, stakes and garlic.

It's typical of this particular chain, inasmuch as there is never more than one person on the premises who has more than half a clue how everything works, and there is always - ALWAYS - exactly one fewer person behind the bar than is required for the efficient service of the number of customers waiting. If I had any idea how they do this so precisely, I swear I could conquer the world. Given the time of day I generally go in, this often means that there are no staff whatsoever waiting to take my order, and I wouldn't be surprised if when I leave they somehow manage to conjure a negative number of barpersons.

Honestly, I've eaten and drunk in far worse places and I'd intended to leave three stars, but then I remembered the ubiquitous Wetherspoons Brexit propaganda that is so offensively strewn around absolutely everywhere in this venue. Just about the last thing I want alongside a quiet lunchtime pint with pie and chips is to be thrust face-first into a steaming political quagmire by a multi-millionaire with interests so vested they could sleep under a bridge in Antarctica without feeling a chill. I just want to eat, drink, and get the hell out before I catch a glimpse of the nervous tics and despairing grins developed by bar staff who have been there more than a week and are starting to realise that after graduating in Journalism Studies, this might be the best they...

Turned up after busy day, could not be bothered to cook so 2nd time out this year! W D GRACE was quiet tonight. Ordered large mixed grill and rare steak, only chips or salad, okay I decided l needed energy rather than greens. I had to ask for the table to be cleaned. Very shortly steak and jacket turned up, I said chips were ordered. Very shortly steak and luke warm chips arrived, I asked where the mixed grill was, "on it's way " was the reply. About 5 minutes later it turned up with luke warm chips. So I complained, it was insisted our plates were taken back to the kitchen, they were returned with no chips! My friend tucked in, but how was l going to eat now cold steak on it's own. I would have eaten it the steak raw with hot chips! I sat waiting for the hot chips to my horror as my friend had eaten a third of his, I saw the chip bag being opened and chips going into the fryer!

Yes cold rare steak and chips straight from fryer was tasty. We then had someone else's food tried to be given to us! No apologies or our plates cleared for over 50 minutes until my friend took a photo in front of CCTV. There is more but I have got bored of this, I could have gone shopping, bought everything and more, would have cost more, but my friend and l wouldn't have been able to laugh about the incompetence of the staff, okay people in Clifton expect as my friend from the other end of town. WE EXPECT STAFF TO DO THEIR JOB, WE PAY THEIR WAGES!!!!!!!!

Thanks Wetherspoons for the delicious steak. Oh and...

After visiting our local Wetherspoons a couple of weeks ago we were looking forward to trying this one as it seemed like a nice environment. Unfortunately it was a real disappointment as my friends draft lager tasted very strange indeed and he ended up drinking less than half of it. It was very quiet and the food we ordered came out quite quickly but the chips were soft and lukewarm. I went for the battered cod which was well cooked and the batter was crisp. My friends Tennessee burger tasted dodgy...the first mouthful put him off (he has had that burger a couple of times before) and it was not served with the Tennessee barbecue sauce. We were so disillusioned by the whole experience (and the fact that we had paid £3 to park nearby) that neither of us could be bothered to say anything.

It had been a toss up between Wetherspoons and PizzaExpress and the coin fell the wrong way... Needless to say we would never go...