The Master Mariner — Restaurant in England

Not for eating at. Not on a Sunday, at least.

I don’t remember the last time I was so disappointed at a Sunday roast. Normally with a £14 price tag you should be justified at being a bit excited about some quality food, but don’t get your hopes up here. The meat itself (beef) was nice enough, though somewhat over cooked. Everything else was so sub par it was saddening. The veg had clearly all been cooked mid-morning then just kept warm to be ladled out as needed. The same might also be true of the potatoes (what should be the second highlight of any roast after the meat) but they were so dry, powdery and textureless that I could easily believe they were prepped the day before. There was no stuffing. I’ll repeat that in case anybody think that that was a typo. There. Was. No. Stuffing. There was some of last week’s inedible crackling, but that’s hardly a substitute for a staple part of a Sunday roast. I want to return to the subject of the greens before wrapping up this review. They took up over half of the plate so it only seems fair to give them some more wordage here. There was broccoli, which had been lovingly marinaded in water overnight before being left on the boil for the day. Some mange tout style thing, which miraculously had managed to keep some freshness and flavour despite having done the rounds in the kitchen here. Then there was the unnamable, unremarkable, inedible, chopped up green-bean thing that took up the bulk of the greenery, which was capable of being both indescribably chewy and also inordinately tough at the same time. They did manage a half-decent Yorkshire pudding, and the gravy that filled it to the brim wasn’t too bad.

Still, hey, they have lovely outdoor seating looking out over the boats at the back of the Marina. I’d certainly recommend the place for a drink. But I wouldn’t recommend eating here. Not on a Sunday, at least.

(Further: when asked by the staff how the meal was as she collected the plates, and we expressed our thoughts, she shrugged her shoulders, said “sorry ‘bout that” and merrily toddled off with the still...

Please don't do it!!!! I would rather cook those who read this an individual roast the allow you to go this aggressive, abhorrent establishment. The rudest manager known to man! We arrived at 3:30 on Mothers Day. They had no knowledge of our booking. Fair enough they sorted out a table. We then waited 2 and a half hours for our food. When it was 'presented' to us it had clearly been sitting there for a long time. It was cold, small and mediocre at best. They were charging £15 for it! I have lived in Brighton all my life, for £15 you can achieve something close to perfection anywhere else. As a group we decided that this was not acceptable and asked for a refund. The waiting staff, who were understanding, considerate and lovely throughout agreed to process a refund. When we arrived at the bar we were met by the 'owner' of the establishment. He proceeded to suggest that the meal was faultless, even though we witnessed 4-5 tables complain, then swiftly leave. He then became confrontational demanding to know our individual professions stating "what do you do? Tell me!" In an vain attempt to try and justify his position. I get it, it's difficult, but to charge £15 for a roast on Mother's day and to confront us with the level of aggression he displayed is completely unprofessional for a man in his position. We then wished to make a complaint about him, asked him his name, he then stuttered and gave us a fake name, along with a fake name of the company that owns the pub. At this point we decided to exit. This was a day that was supposed to be dedicated to the people the we love the most. It ended trying to argue with a Weasley man who clearly knew he was is in the wrong. Please. Don't. Do. It. I happy to supply you with a long list on alternatives to go to while you are...

I took my family for a meal yesterday following a lovely Sunday lunch a few years ago. I hadn't seen my son for six months and he also had his girlfriend with him - it was his 22nd birthday. To say I was embarrassed about my choice for a family meal was an understatement. First off I asked for some help as we were a group of seven and table were only set for four, except for one for six which had bar stools (not suitable for a five year old who had just had surgery a few weeks before) to be told "just go over there somewhere".... Helpful 🙄 We moved tables and chairs around ourselves since the staff clearly weren't that bothered. There was no Sunday roast on a Sunday but we accepted choosing from the usual menu (or from the items they actually had in stock - much of this was unavailable too). I couldn't believe what I was seeing when the food came out. The adult meals were smaller than my five years olds meal from the child menu and, honestly, I could have done the same with a £15 spend in an Iceland store. Despite ordering to lots of battered sausages two of our party received plain sausages. I guess my first clue that we were in for a disappointment should have been that the pub was totally empty when we arrived at 1pm on a warm weekend. Alas I assured my family that I'd eaten here before and it was lovely ..... My mistake I guess. 2 stars only due the building and it's situation being pleasant. Won't...