Wandsworth branch of Mr Clutch told me a refurbished gear box would be fitted. On collection the gears were grinding. Got under car to see that my original gear box was still in situ. After loads of hassle got another box fitted and a paltry sum in compensation. Would never use this company again. Can't believe it hasn't gone bust!
So in place of the numerous failed projects at this location, in steps The Ferm. Principally a place for breakfast (Pizzas are reheated and served later) the menu has a good selection from full English to healthy options. Your encouraged to build a breakfast around set constituents, eggs in most cases and all looks fairly rosy as you order, sit back to enjoy the views on the little jetty and wait for your breakfast. . . And wait you will. Service is, well Manuellian (think Fawlty towers & Orwells 1984 and you get the picture) a charming and sweet Italian struggles to handle even the simplest of orders and plates arrive cold, late, or not at all. At this point it dawns on you why they offer DIY toast, because Manuel, would burn it. When my full English did arrive (on my last visit after 40 minutes I left without being fed!) the beans had this congealed appearance as if they had sat under a hot lamp, the bacon was cooked on one side untouched the other, the egg, well if you like white wibbily bits, go ahead and the sausage had been presumably George Forman(d) into a crusty tasteless oblong.
So there you have it folks, it’s location cannot be faulted, the service is terrible, (but they are trying, which is why they get one star) and the food is well short of what you’d get at any roadside transport cafeteria. It’s not a question of if but simply when this place goes under and all I hope is that the burgeoning area is then given a restaurant to match its status.
Great little local, quirky and fun atmosphere. It's the sort of place you wouldn't feel out of place drinking on your own, if need be. Also they have held several street parties which have been great with jazz bands and DJs later. They hold an open session for musicians on Sunday upstairs which is also great fun. Overall great little place I'd whole heartedly recommend and my local!
That was then .....now, they have lobotomised the place returning to this pub after the takeover was like meeting an old friend whom had much of his brain removed. All the character and heart has been replaced by the robotic uniformity of any number of sad soulless establishments. A crying shame.
This is my favourite Pizza Express in London. I always get everything I ask for. I truly appreciate the service provided by Donata (nice Polish waitress), but there is a guy looking southern European who is total crap and can't be bothered whenever asked for anything. What a shame!
Friendly atmosphere and a good place to store some belongings. I've been using ABC in Wandsworth for a couple of years now and whenever I have excess stock or buy supplies and goods that are too good to pass up, I always keep my stock safe in ABC. The site is pretty secure and the rates are very reasonable compared to Big Yellow. The staff are welcoming and helpful and to that I am grateful for their service for the past 2 years or so.
The inside decor looks a bit like a high-class sex-worker's
boudoir but I love it hot pink sign saying DANCE. Mad wall paper comfy sofas
massive fans stuck on the wall a little quirky and off key.
The outside garden though is defiantly the best thing about this bar. ITS
MASIVE. And in contrast to the inside all wood and soft furnishings loads of outside
heater and a little house part at the back loads of individual tables you can
book and loads of hanging lanterns, it really makes you feel you have been
transported form London and our on holiday somewhere hot and lush. It has its
own island bar (a massive one), enclaves with oversized bean bag chairs, a
hammock and table after table after table. It just goes on and on.
The football was on when we first arrived so it was heaving with men! (this is
not a bad point!) As soon as the football finished the DJ started playing
some old school garage classics, all good.
The staff where lovely, bar one very interesting lady behind the bar who seems
to hate all females!
She hated are all female group so much she ignored us sooo long that she had to
be pointed out twice by two separate groups of men that our group was first. So
sad when that happened but hey insectary can make the nicest of people do the strangest
of things I suppose. Which is why they lost a star which is a shame. I was
taking this personally but on a trip to the loo with one of my friends we discover
while queuing (you will queue for a while in this place. two girls loos!) that in
fact she hates all females lol and this made me feel a little better about her blatant
attitude and rudeness...
Grand union keep your bar staff in check before she spoils your name!
The place looks nice, very vintage and spot on in terms of decor. But unfortunately, the food really lets this place down.
My rump of lamb was ok, but could have come from a school cafeteria. One of the pieces was almost 50% fat - there's a serious lack of quality control of what gets plated. The portion was also small - one measly potato rosti to go with the lamb - I suppose they wanted us to order sides and spend more, but our waiter didn't ask us or suggest us to order sides.
My partner's monkfish in prosciutto was better, but again, portions were small and it would have benefited from a bit more on the plate to complement the monkfish. The taste was amazing though - probably one of the most flavourful monkfish in prosciutto I've ever had.
Overall, alot of gastropubs have gotten the decor & ambiance right. So in this day and age, that's a given. But the food could have been better, especially since the menu goes quite ambitious with refined sounding dishes. Once you set the expectation, you have to live up to it.