The British Bulldog Pub — Restaurant in Columbia

My wife and I visited on Saturday July 10, and were seated in the back at a sticky table next to a dirty window, and judging by the cobweb on it, the window hadn't been cleaned in quite a while, while I'm sure the table had been wiped down with a dirty rag at least. We mistakenly ordered the brie and scotch eggs as apps and were almost immediately swarmed with a dozen or so flies before the food arrived, and I swear, the number and timing is not an exaggeration, my wife tried to deter them by using sticky pages torn from a lint roller out of her purse. She managed to capture one underneath but didn't want to make a mess of the mess by squishing it. The apps arrived, but the flies seemed more interested in the dirty window than the food so we soldiered on. After trying the food, we knew why the flies were more interested in the window and my wife let the fly she'd captured go free out of pity. After all it had to live there, while we could eventually leave. The eggs were flavorless (seriously, how'd you even do that to poor defenseless scotch eggs?), and the brie was covered in so much sauce that neither of us could tell there was any brie under there. For a main course, I ordered the cottage pie...and please, I'm begging you, if you make the mistake of going here, and then further compound that mistake by putting up with the flies long enough to order past the apps, don't order the cottage pie, just don't do it. If you don't heed my warning, I'm sure you'll do exactly what I did and just utterly fail to eat it. It was just flavorless mashed potatoes with some kind chewy greasy meat and something else that was slightly burnt, hard and stringy throughout (no idea what the stringy things were, and I'm terrified to find out so please don't spoil the spoiled surprise by telling me) and all of it literally DRENCHED in what tasted like that cheap packaged brown gravy mix. I picked at it, and boxed it up nice and coffin like for its eventual interment in the garbage. Why didn't I send it back? Both of us just wanted to leave. Complaining or sending it back would have meant staying there longer and arguing, so we just took a page from our supposed British surroundings and politely paid and left. Plus, I have no complaints about the cost, we learned a valuable lesson for our money after all. Honestly, even if the food had been delectable, I doubt I could have stopped thinking about what the flies were up to in order to enjoy it, so I guess it was rather fortunate that it was terrible. So....Thanks? Seriously guys, first things first, clean your gross restaurant, even the windows and light fixtures, and when you go home at night, put up a few of those bug zapper things all over the place. I can deal with bad food by simply not going back, and trust me, we won't be back, but please do something about the flies...at minimum, open the nasty window so...

British Bulldog: Where Pints, Pies, and Premier League Magic Collide

If you’re looking for a place where the beautiful game meets a beautiful pint, the British Bulldog is your spot. From the moment you step inside, you’re greeted by the warm hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, and the glow of TVs showing every imaginable soccer match — from the English Premier League to obscure qualifiers you didn’t know existed.

Let’s talk about the star player of the night — Taylor, the bartender. Taylor is as attentive as a top-flight midfielder, reading the room like Kevin De Bruyne reads a defense. Glass empty? Before you can say, “VAR check,” it’s magically refilled. Need a recommendation? Taylor knows the taps like Sir Alex knew his tactics — and trust me, that’s saying something.

The menu? Comforting British classics with a side of charm. The fish and chips are so crispy you’d think Gordon Ramsay personally shouted at the fryer. The shepherd’s pie? A hearty masterpiece that deserves its own highlight reel. And if you’re feeling adventurous, grab a Scotch egg — it’s basically protein and carbs in perfect harmony, just like Beckham bending it in his prime.

Now, the atmosphere — oh, the atmosphere. Whether you’re a die-hard Liverpool supporter chanting “You’ll Never Walk Alone” or just there to enjoy a casual pint while pretending to know who scored in stoppage time, the Bulldog delivers. It’s the kind of place where strangers high-five like teammates after a clutch goal.

Here’s a fun soccer fact for you: did you know that during the 1966 World Cup, the English team’s mascot was actually a bulldog named “Pickles”? The British Bulldog honors that proud tradition — though here, the only thing you’ll be finding is your new favorite beer.

If I had to sum it up, I’d say the British Bulldog is less of a bar and more of a 90-minute match — fast-paced, full of energy, and something you’ll be talking about long after the final whistle. Add Taylor’s world-class service, and you’ve got a true winner.

Score? British Bulldog 3, Every Other...

I REALLY wanted to like this place. I went in with high hopes after hearing such great things about The British Bulldog Pub from family and friends. It was a typical Wednesday night, just after 7PM with a small crowd currently dining, nothing big at all. We were showed quickly to our table which was great, unfortunately the first booth we were placed in had an extremely unpleasant smell, almost like citronella, but much more pungent. We just couldn't bear sitting there, much less eating with that smell. We asked to move, and the waiter obliged just fine. After we were sitting at our new table, it seemed as if we were completely forgotten. The staff were extremely inattentive, even on a night with rather few guests dining. We placed our orders and waited for nearly 40 minutes before receiving our meal. My fish and chips looked a little less appetizing than other places I've eaten at, but that didn't bother me, I was hungry. The first bite was fine, but from the second bite on, something just wasn't right. The entire bottom of the beer batter was soggy before putting any tartar sauce or vinegar on my fish. It really wasn't the best, but it was edible. The "chips" accompanying the fish were even worse. They were overly crispy, almost burnt, and either lukewarm or cold. Definitely older fries microwaved to be served with my dish. To be clear, I wasn't the only one who ordered fish and chips and had an issue; 3 of the 5 people in our party also ordered fish and chips and each of their dishes had the exact same issues. One person in our party ordered the "Fresh Berry Salad" which was anything but fresh. The lettuce was half wilted, the berries were far from fresh, very squishy, wrinkled, and obviously frozen. This entire meal was a huge disappointment which we let the manager know about. He graciously offered a $25 discount and dessert on the house which we didn't bother accepting. The waitress showed little concern for the issues at our table which was frustrating. Overall, we won't be returning to this...