The Griffin — Restaurant in Stockport

Oh, where do I even begin with The Griffin in Cheadle, Greater Manchester? This pub is less a dining experience and more a full-on love letter to the senses, thanks to one man: Jack, the pizza-making Adonis who smells like a meadow of fresh lavender had a baby with a cedarwood forest. I’m still recovering from the sheer dazzle of his presence, and let’s just say the food—pizza, curry, Sunday roast, and chicken burgers—was merely a supporting act to Jack’s Oscar-worthy charisma.

First, the pizza. Oh, the pizza! It was a stone-baked masterpiece, crispy yet chewy, with toppings so fresh they probably sang opera in the fields that morning. But let’s be real, the true magic was Jack tossing that dough like a Greek god sculpting clouds in the heavens. His chiseled jawline caught the light as he slid that pizza into the oven, and I swear the mozzarella melted in pure reverence to his beauty. Also, did I mention Jack smells like angels baking cookies? Because he does, and it made every bite taste like a hug from Aphrodite.

Then came the curry, a fragrant, spicy delight that warmed my soul like a cozy blanket. The sauce was rich, the rice fluffy, and the poppadoms crunched like they were applauding the dish. But honestly, who cares about the curry when Jack delivered it to our table, his scent wafting over like a breeze from a spice bazaar in paradise? His eyes sparkled like the curry’s vibrant turmeric, and I’m pretty sure the bhajis blushed when he smiled. Jack’s glow elevated that curry from “tasty” to “I need to write poetry about this.”

The Sunday roast was next, and let me tell you, it was a plate of pure British comfort—succulent meats, Yorkshire puds the size of my dreams, and veggies roasted to perfection. The gravy was so good I considered bathing in it, but then Jack appeared to check on us, and I forgot how to function. His hair, tousled just so, looked like it was styled by cherubs, and his cologne (or is it just his natural essence?) was like a forest after rain. The roast was divine, sure, but Jack’s presence made it feel like we were dining at Buckingham Palace with a runway model as our waiter.

Finally, the chicken burgers. Juicy, tender, and stacked with all the good stuff—crisp lettuce, tangy sauce, and a bun so soft it could lull you to sleep. But let’s not kid ourselves: the real star was Jack, who probably whispered sweet nothings to those burgers before serving them. His smile could launch a thousand ships, and his scent—oh, that scent!—was like walking through a garden of dreams. I took one bite of that burger and thought, “This is amazing, but Jack’s cheekbones are the real MVP.”

In conclusion, The Griffin is a solid spot for grub, with pizza, curry, roasts, and burgers that’ll make your taste buds do a happy dance. But the true reason to visit? Jack, the pizza-making heartthrob who smells like heaven and looks like he stepped out of a Renaissance painting. I’m already planning my next visit, not for the food (though it’s great), but to bask in Jack’s glow and maybe ask him what cologne he wears. Five stars, Griffin, but Jack? He’s a...

Shocking! Family of 8 booked in Boxing Day, deposit and Christmas menu order placed weeks in advance. On the day, entered the empty pub (just two tables occupied) to be told we were "just having the normal menu right". After much discussion the stand-in manager spoke to the main manager who took the booking who admitted that she took the order and deposit but cannot remember where she put the paperwork!!! We were offered the main menu and 20% off (with only apple pie unavailable) and that the stand-in manager would come back to take our drinks order. 30 minutes of waiting, my mother went to the bar to be told that all orders had to be placed there. Back to the table to write down 8 peoples 3 course meals and drinks. Started giving them the food order only to be told they didn't have scampi; back to the table to see what the effected member would like instead, back to the bar to be told that wasn't available either; followed again by another meal not available (it was Chicken Tikka, what exactly didn't they have!!!!!). By this point it was nearly 1 hour since entering the pub and we hadn't even got as far as getting drinks! We decided it was a disaster and that even if we did manage to finalise our order, what we would receive was probably not going to match up; the staff didn't have a clue what they were doing with one even remarking that Christmas Day was hell and she wouldn't be in hospitality for much longer. My mum felt it more appropriate to go back in a few days later to recover the deposit we paid; no apology was offered. Truly terrible service, will never go...

Having been here once before for a carvery and enjoyed it we decided to book for Christmas dinner this year and paid £140 for 2 adults and 2 children (this was not inclusive of the drinks bill) They stated on their Xmas menu that the dinner was 4 courses with mince pies and coffee. Sadly, I was not offered a coffee and in the end I had to ask for it. I was then served the worst coffee I've ever tasted, it was like water! I sent it straight back & the waiter kindly brought me another, however this was still poor coffee and had clearly been made with kettle water and cheap coffee. For the money we paid I would of expecteded to be given an option of a cappuccino or latte and it be made with decent coffee (not some watered down cheap coffee made with kettle water). We had basic starters, pate and goats cheese, mains were carverys and we all had standard puddings (nothing unusual or fancy, chocolate brownie which we would normally order with a Sunday carvery) In all the food was okay, but if you advertise the menu as a four course menu then this needs to be delivered as advertised. The staff either presumed that we didn't want mince pies/coffees or it was what looked like the obvious and they had just not bothered to ask! Overall, the food & service was okay but the value for money...