The Coach Makers Arms Pub Marylebone — Restaurant in London

This was the first time I had been able to eat at a venue this year. I was so excited to spend time with my best friend in person. The weather when we arrived at 6pm was lovely and warm. It was 17°c. We all had to eat outside to comply with Covid regulations but who cares.

The staff were lovely and attentive without being obtrusive. The flatbread, sold as a starter was delicious and perfect for two as a single portion.

The burger, which we both had, was delicious and would thoroughly recommend, although to be clear they were offering a limited menu and it was the only item I actually wanted to eat.

What killed the evening was the fact that the tables were in a street which naturally attracted a strong breeze and so we rapidly became very cold. I should be clear we were offered blankets.

Despite the fact that the venue had wheeled out hefty heaters we were informed that they had no gas so were unable to turn them on. Turns out in April temperatures drop rapidly. We would have happily stayed for a couple of hours more but without warmth it precluded us spending more. In fact, having been allocated the table for the evening we left before our original two hour time slot.

Having never been here before I was curious about the pricing policy. The cheapest bottle of white wine was £28. Our burgers and fries were £16. That's not cheap, which means 1 That's a normal price for a gastropub which is how the venue would appear to see itself or 2 With limited capacity they are trying to recoup losses which is understandable.

To be honest, we would have stayed and bought a couple more bottles of wine had we not been cold. The food was mediocre to good, the staff excellent but the understanding of the British weather and the fact that they were sitting people in a natural wind tunnel was appalling without compensatory provisions was hugely...

My experience at this venue was terrible. A group of friends and I went there for drinks to celebrate my birthday. We’re a laid-back group, and we arrived around 7:30 PM after dinner. From the moment we got there, the bouncer approached me and told us to move inside because he was closing the outdoor area. When I mentioned it was my birthday, his immediate response was to ask who my boyfriend was so he could speak to him instead of me. I chose to ignore this sexist remark and focus on enjoying the night with my friends.

Despite us simply chatting and keeping to ourselves, the bouncer repeatedly checked on us and seemed to single me out, insisting that we stay around a specific table. At one point, someone in our group accidentally knocked over another guest’s drink. We immediately apologized, and the other table was very understanding. However, the bouncer kept insisting that we continue apologizing. When I tried to explain that the situation had already been resolved, he ignored me and instead told my sister to "control your sister."

At no point were we being loud or disruptive—we were just a group of friends enjoying some wine. Given how poorly he had treated me throughout the night, I finally told him to stop being rude and that we were leaving. As we walked outside, he followed us and said, “It seems like you’re speaking English, but I notice an accent—go back to your country.”

We are Spanish and have been living in London for over 13 years. Ironically, the bouncer himself was also an expat. This experience completely ruined the end of my birthday, and it’s unacceptable for staff to treat customers this way. None of us will be returning, and I hope the venue takes this as a reminder that bouncers should know how to treat people with...

The worst pub experience I have ever witness regarding food, it does take the big prize, absolutely.

To start with, your pan fried Calamari... served on a pan which never was used to develop those squid rings coming straight from a bag. Calamari?? are you really serious?

Just be more honest with human kind, you throw those squid rings into the fryer, battered but greasy finished job. At least called it battered squid rings on your menu. It will help the expectations.

How confused can you be? sending bread, olive and balsamic plus a ramakin of malden salt with fried capers? what for? you are a joke, your food is a real joke. Your sense of finesse is below the gutter.

I will never dip fish onto balsamic, or eat it with bread. Such an embarrasment for your front of house.

To follow, just a simple bloody Scotch egg, which literally took 20 minutes as for the oily squid rings. My God, raw meat and an overcooked egg? thank you very much.

For me a Scotch egg, doesnt need to be cut in half, it it is properly hot and cooked.

I waited 20 minutes for your food from heaven, dear me I should just stay with my pint of Guinness.

Asked to try your beef bon bons, which apparently is minced meat roll into balls... mmmm... yummy !! I am sure it is. Just called food for what they are, meatballs. That;s it, no drama, no theatre.

At last ordered your Curry Prawn, baby gem heart tapas... sadly that never happened.

Defrosted prawns also from a bag, covered on double cream with a hint of curry powder.

As chewy as my pair of sketchers... gem heart lettuce? if that was the heart of the lettuce, I am next in the throne.

Pachamama minutes away, not far Nuno Mendes at Chiltern, don't you guys feel abit of pressure regarding...