The Cordwainer — Restaurant in England

Horrible service. Came for breakfast, everyone’s food came out and when bringing out the last plate they said they didn’t have what I ordered. I said I would take extras and make do of what they did have. I was then waiting for over 25 minutes for my plate when everyone had finished eating by this point. As I went to the bar to ask for a refund he handed me my plate, it had nothing on it from the meal that I had ordered. I still requested a refund as it wasn’t at all what I ordered and I had to wait for ages, and he asked me to stand and wait whilst holding my food… No manager came and I was standing for longer than 5 minutes, holding my plate? I went to sit down because I wasn’t going to stand like a pigeon. After everyone finished eating I went up to the bar when I was greater by a rude small boy with the turtleneck top, he was complaining as I didn’t stand and wait with my plate in hand for 20 minutes for his manager to come and give me a refund. He explained that someone had came and spoke to me, which didn’t happen at all, he claimed that the manager had spoken to me but he did no such thing. After waiting a further 5/10 minutes for the manager to come over. I was greeted with nothing but attitude, lack of understanding for the lack of communication and service for me as a customer. The problem was only the fact that it took so long as well as the lack of what I ordered and the response I had gotten was beyond rude and disrespectful as a customer. I also didn’t get my refund because he didn’t ask my details and gave it to the wrong person. Won’t waste my time coming here again. Very...

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ – Wetherspoons: A Wildlife Documentary in Pub Form

Walking into Wetherspoons is like stepping onto the set of a low-budget nature documentary. The creatures within? Majestic. Terrifying. Deeply mysterious.

At the bar, I met Kev the Pint Philosopher, a man who has dedicated his life to debating whether Guinness counts as a meal. He never blinks. He only sips.

In the corner sat Sandra the Slot Machine Sorceress, whispering sweet nothings to the fruity as if it owed her money (which, to be fair, it probably did). She hasn’t left since 2014.

Then, there was Gareth the Table Wanderer, a bloke who doesn't actually buy drinks but mysteriously always has one. He floated between tables like a ghost in a trackie, telling wild stories about the time he met Liam Gallagher (which he didn’t).

Ordered a pint, and before I could take a sip, an old man I’d never met leaned in and whispered, “Back in my day, a tenner could get you six pints, a steak, and a suck job in the taxi home.” Then he vanished.

Wetherspoons isn’t just a pub—it’s an experience. A portal into another world where time stands still, the carpets tell stories, and the people? Absolute legends.

12/10. Would return, but only with a...

This is a very large, bright and contemporary pub in the heart of this rather somnolent town. It was mercifully low key: a haven of peace and tranquility when I visited on a Sunday at 1730. This is in stark contrast to some of the London-based Spoons in my hometown which resemble, at times, scenes from the Wild West, complete with the odd gun-slinger (minus cowboy hats). There is a range of tables and seating inside with extensive patio and balcony tables and chairs outside. The usual excellent range of ales, spirits, cocktails and wine were on offer at very reasonable and highly competitive prices. There were far too many baseball caps in evidence for my sartorial tastes, but at least they did not sport the ‘Make America/UK Great Again’ logo- a blessed relief…at least for now. There is currently a beer festival (1-12 October) which, for the discerning pub-goer, should sound a note of caution in terms of ‘exuberant’ (I.e., totally pissed) behaviour. Nonetheless, enjoy, but be very careful when you choose to go. Early mornings (0.630🤭)would be advisable during this ‘promotion’ period. In general,...