The Picture House — Restaurant in England

Embarked on a quest for refreshment and sustenance at this lively haven. Imbibed the nectar of Belgium's finest, Stella Artois, with a head adorned in frothy majesty, its temperature a symphony of perfection as bubbles danced in celebration within the live elixir.

In the gastronomic arena, my taste buds engaged in tussle with the croquettes – a crisp, armored fortress housing a treasure trove of hot, cheesy, and meaty splendor. The addition of Doritos on the outer battlements was a flavorful coup de grâce that delighted my senses. Yet, in my discerning palate's scrutiny, a tad of grease clung to the culinary warriors.

As I reveled in the spectacle of libations and bites, a smile in service would have elevated this epicurean odyssey. The Picture House stands as a coliseum of potential, a public house where sports events unfurl on a tapestry of screens, offering a plethora of libations and diversions like a pool table and dart board – just remember to bring your own spears, for this house does not...

The pub we wanted was no longer doing food so we popped in here on the off chance and we are glad we did. The staff were super friendly and when our desserts were a bit late arriving they were falling over themselves to make amends (3 different members of staff apologised). Charlotte deserves a medal, she was working a double shift, always approaching us with a smile. We were pretty chilled as we were on holiday and everyone is getting used to a new way of serving and being served. This was not a familiar pub chain to us but we will look out for them in the future, good basic food served at a sensible price, even without the government 'M-W eat out' incentive. It was nice to hear too that the staff were furloughed rather than fired like the dreaded Weatherspoons! A company that looks after their hardworking staff gets my...

Just been in here with family, I won't bother again in all honesty.

Let me talk you through it.

On entering the place it was like walking into a wild west saloon , but with more dirt and more cowboys.

You know the ones , stick to the floor and random toddlers running around while the parents sit and get drunk.

The food prices were typically industry average ...so we're not expecting Micheline star quality.

However we were shocked to receive burned and crispy yet greasy pig swill.

It was the kind of thing you get in the value section in a budget supermarket...the chef should be embarrassed.

The presentation resembled that of a soup kitchen for the homeless.

Thanks for nothing.

Hopefully I won't get the trots in...