Railway Pub & Steam Bar Oakham — Restaurant in Great Britain

In the illustrious annals of culinary calamity, there are few experiences as utterly dismal as my recent visit to The Railway. Ah, The Railway—a name that conjures visions of rustic charm and hearty fare. Alas, what I encountered was a dining disaster so profound it would make even the most hardened food critic weep in despair.

I ordered the so-called 'All Day Breakfast,' a dish which, in its very essence, should be a celebration of simple pleasures. But instead, I was presented with a plate that was less a meal and more a collection of culinary crimes. The sausages, if one could call them that, were abominations—cheap, flavourless tubes of grease that left an aftertaste so vile, I can only imagine they were the product of some nefarious bargain with the lowest bidder. The bacon, which should have been a crispy, salty delight, was akin to gnawing on a piece of charred rock, a challenge more suited to a dental endurance test than to any plate. The tater tots were not the golden, crispy morsels of comfort one expects but rather greasy, soggy sponges that seemed to ooze disappointment with every bite. The eggs, an element so fundamental to any breakfast, were overcooked to the point of becoming rubbery caricatures of their former selves. And the pièce de résistance—this wretched feast didn’t even fit on the plate properly, a slapdash presentation that screamed of carelessness.

But, as I contemplated the tragedy that was my meal, I glanced across the table at my partner’s 'Hunter’s Chicken,' a dish that promised the comforting embrace of BBQ sauce, cheese, and tender chicken. How naive we were. The sauce was an unholy concoction, neither tangy nor sweet, but instead a bizarre, off-putting slop that masked whatever sins the cheese and chicken had already committed. The chicken itself—oh, the chicken—was a grotesque parody of what poultry should be, tasting so foul that one wonders if it had ever known the light of day before finding itself on our plates.

It is said that one bad meal can spoil an entire dining establishment, and I fear The Railway has managed to ruin any chance of redemption. A kitchen that fails so profoundly on every level deserves not the patronage of discerning diners but rather the cold, harsh light of critical scrutiny. Needless to say, The Railway has derailed itself, and I shall not be returning to witness any further culinary...

Want to say a big thank you to billy and Claudia for helping with our order tonight! The website allowed me to order a delivery when the delivery driver had finished for the day, so they refunded us with the Delivery charge that I paid and a slice cake!

Food was absolutely banging and will defiantly be ordering again! Thanks again...

My pub research before coming to Oakham suggested that the pub had three real ales on tap - but only London Pride was available - a poor result after searching the place out. Also, a local got served before me - an outsider - when I was due to be served... I don't like that kind of...