Huffkins Stow — Restaurant in Cotswold District

Much better places available: please avoid the obvious, overpriced and poor customer service of this place.

It’s quaint I guess but much better local alternatives. Try “In the Mood” or The New England Coffee House “ or anywhere else.

Huffkins: over priced £11.95 for a single breakfast tea and a milkshake. They can’t make scrambled or fried eggs = no proper kitchen or cooks!

Worst part for me, there were loads of staff yet people are queueing out of the door! Why?

As you enter the cafe up three steps, you are immediately halted by a sign that says “please wait to be seated” - fine. So you stand there and wait and are ignored for minutes (despite all the staff doing very little) they then greet you and ask you if you’d like a table for two (etc) to then be told “take any table” and “then come back and order at the counter” - what is the ###% point of that other than to create queues and make the customer do ALL the work? Add to that the queue also contains people who want take-away, makes the queue longer - especially for those waiting for a table (who are basically then told to find one themselves and then leave it again to order at the counter) total and utter idiocy!! Finally, I then observed the potential customers queuing in the very small area between the outside of the shop, steps, sign and counter - to kindly move out of the way as they block the staff leaving the kitchen to the tables via the counter! Unbelievable and time for a secret shopper visit methinks!! Avoid and go somewhere else Written...

Nestled in the heart of the charming village of Stow-on-the-Wold, I recommend Huffkins to anyone who has a humiliation kink and a penchant for slightly stale buns.

The good: the atmosphere was pleasant enough, and most of the staff were lovely and attentive.

The bad: my Belgian bun was slightly stale. I also noticed that the almost £10 ‘Cotswold cream tea’ only included one scone. Has Huffkins fallen on hard times? Does the Cotswolds have a critical scone shortage, that a single scone and a cup of tea are such precious commodities?

The ugly: unfortunately, every other element was overshadowed by the awful attitude of one particular member of staff. This gentleman (bald, wearing glasses) was so rude, he was akin to a Scouse Basil Fawlty. For those blissfully unaware of Basil Fawlty’s style of service, please search ‘Basil Fawlty customer service’ on YouTube for an accurate depiction of the treatment we paid for the pleasure of receiving.

I understand that it’s a Bank Holiday. I understand that it’s busy. However, this gentlemen was borderline berating people for not having made a reservation, being unnecessarily abrupt with international tourists, and generally making the customers feel like an inconvenience. A particular low point was, when we went to pay and an elderly lady in front of us was fumbling for her card, he said “take your time, it’s not like I’m in a rush or anything.”

Ergo, a fine spot for those with a humiliation kink, not much fun for...

Oh, what an exquisite dining experience one must endure at this culinary catastrophe. The charming waitstaff, reminiscent of misplaced actors in a low-budget play, leave an indelible mark on one's appetite. The pièce de résistance, a toastie with all the allure of a soggy newspaper, competes valiantly for the title of Cotswolds' worst culinary creation. My partner and I were regaled with the privilege of partaking in this culinary travesty for the awful sum of £9.25 – then again a small price to pay for the profound disappointment that ensued. Bruern Farm Shop, with its commendable £7 toastie, stands as a beacon of culinary excellence in comparison. The plate presented to me lacked character to the point of resembling a damp rag, while the water in my glass showcased more flavor than the entire ordeal. Oh, and let's not forget the charming addition of stale crisps, reminiscent of relics excavated from an ancient shoebox. How utterly splendid! It's a testament to Huffkins' commitment to providing patrons with an authentic experience – an experience, I assure you, that shall remain a singular occurrence in my gastronomic adventures across my beloved Cotswolds. One might say it's the tackiest theatrical performance I've witnessed, with the added misfortune of laughably subpar food. Farewell, Huffkins, for this shall be the first and last tango our taste buds engage in within your lackluster establishment. Cheers to the memories, or...