The Bell Walthamstow — Restaurant in London

I came into the pub to get a pot of tea to get warm while I wait for my girlfriend who lives less then a minute away I went to see my girlfriend for two hours then while she went out I came back to the pub two hours later a bought another pot of tea, once I finished my pot of tea the manager Dave told me that I am taking up premium table space dispite there being five uninhabitable tables of the same quality and same space for the amount of people he told me I have to leave because I had only bought tea ( because I was waiting for my girlfriend to come before drinking, he said the boxing is on so these tables are going to be full I am still here and there is exactly 4 people in this section while the main event is on as you can see from the pictures I came to the pub because I am stressed and I do look stressed this is why the manager Dave told me I need to leave dispite me being polite to the bar staff and they said we’re very nice to me and especially the curly hair bar tender 12/10/24 the manager asked me to leave because I had only ordered two teas, I suffer from chronic pain in my head so I cannot really drink without triggering pain so I thought I would enjoy a tea while I wait but the manger Dave told me I had only ordered tea and was taking up premium tables in which none of the other tables of the same quality are all empty and as I said their is 4 people in this area none of which are sitting at”premium” tables I’m not sure why I was targeted after spending my hard earned money in this pub other than the fact I look stressed in my face but i stayed very polite to the bar staff and they were very nice to me, the main event is now on and these tables he was talking about me taking up space are all still Empty and they have been empty since I got here Dave decided to pick on me because he thought I was lower class which I’m not and even so people shouldn’t be treated like this regardless please see photo to see how empty the “premium” tables are and it has been this empty since I got here I’m not sure why Dave wanted me to leave after spending my hard earned money in the pub and I get bad migraines from drinking alcohol so I bought two tea’s

can i be contacted personally regarding my complaint please im not sure what your response means will be done, other customers should be aware that nothing may improve despite...

Taken over by new Ownership - The Bell is now a poorly run and managed Copy/Paste money-grab destination run by a Pub conglomerate.

Food options are limited, and not one represents any sort of value for money. Just about every food option contains "Burnt Ends", and yet Brisket is not an option on the menu? It's not "Burnt Ends" is the obvious answer... They are taking the lowest quality bulk discount meat they can find, chopping it into small pieces and cooking it for ages to make it nominally edible, and adding it in to all their limited food options. It's foul.

Beer prices are on the higher end of any of the Walthamstow pubs, and are an uninspired set of options locked in by the Corporate Conglomerate.

Was in there the other day and was going to have a quick grab and go with the family, and the staff were shouting profanities at each other through the kitchen pass window, loud enough that it was clear through the entire pub. I initially thought the source was some clientele coming in.... But Nope. Definitely the young manager-ish lad shouting F-bombs and other obscenities clearly audible throughout the Pub.

If you want to get better value, better service, much better food, and a closer experience to what the Bell used to be before the Corporate Copy/Paste takeover, I'd suggest hopping on the 123 towards the Wetlands, and popping into The Ferryboat Inn. Far better in my opinion.

Update to owners response: Yes, I updated my original review, that dated back from 12 years ago. The pub was under different ownership / management when the.original review was written. Current ownership and staff are significantly different (for the worse). The decor was spruced up and cleaned up at the point of redesign, which is reflected in my review score... But unfortunately your staff's lackluster approach to cleanliness means it will degrade faster than would be expected, and the glossy tabletops make it abundantly clear how filthy the tables are...

Update for anyone looking at the Bell as a destination: The reviews for this Pub are likely higher than should be expected, due to a much better management and staff being replaced in the last few years. The current corporate conglomerate ownership is benefitting from the historic scores of...

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (Anticipation Review - Euro Women’s Football Finals Day)

Well now, y’all new management folks at The Bell, let me tell you what this here fine establishment better be ready for come this afternoon!

I’m fixin’ to roll up for them Euro Women’s Football finals, and after a morning of gator steaks and Sunday service, I’m expecting nothing short of championship-level hospitality. Been dreaming about royal palaces and Putin’s security rooms all week, so I reckon The Bell can handle one Southern gentleman with refined tastes in Tennessee’s finest Jack Daniel’s.

Here’s what this ole boy needs to see when he walks through them doors:

Service slicker than a whistle - none of that hang-about nonsense where I’m waiting longer than Moses in the desert for my JD on the rocks. Y’all got staff that can move like they got some sense, I hope!

Sound system clearer than a mountain spring - I don’t want to be straining my ears trying to figure out if that’s the referee’s whistle or some static crackling through them speakers. These ladies deserve to be heard proper!

Screens steadier than Sunday congregation - ain’t nobody got time for flickering screens when there’s championship football happening. I want them images crisp as autumn air.

Empty glasses disappearing faster than gossip at a church social - soon as my JD hits bottom, I expect a fresh one appearing like magic.

And another blessed thing - y’all better have Wi-Fi that works faster than molasses in January! I’m posting this here review from my riverboat where the dial-up’s making sounds like a dying possum, so I’m counting on The Bell’s internet to actually connect me to the civilized world. Can’t be having me stand on tables waving my phone around like I’m trying to flag down the Lord himself just to post a picture of my JD!

The Bell’s got itself a reputation to uphold, and this Southern boy’s got standards higher than a Georgia pine. Don’t let me down now, you hear?

Will update this review faster than lightning once the match is done - assuming your Wi-Fi don’t leave me hanging like Spanish moss! Praying for swift service, championship viewing, and internet that actually works!

Blessings and...