I had heard a lot about their fine dining restaurant from a variety of different people. For a quick lunch I didn't have time for fine dining so I opted for the ground floor brunch/lunch experience.
Regardless of how funky anyone else thinks it is, perching on a bar stool after an injection in your left butt cheek is not a pleasant experience.
Can I be bothered to talk about the food? No...but, I should.
See Food Eat Food ordered chicken pie and mash which came with no gravy. Er...pie, mash and no gravy! Isn't that akin to being fully dressed, then venturing out without your shoes on? To make the cold feet situation worse, she discovered a bone swimming amongst the chicken pie. With no 'may contain bones' warning it was surprising to say the least - imagine an archaeological dig, minus the joy.
Mother and I ordered the 'Number 3'. Yes there was a 'Number 1' and 'Number 2'. Why would you name your three brunch dishes after well known (and one debatable) bowel motion? Idiotic.
When you're eating in Clerkenwell and your brunch costs over £7.00 you expect a fairly decent standard. I don't know about you, but Mother and I rated service station food over the standard of Smiths of Smithfield, Ground Floor.
Apart from potentially using canned, button mushrooms and serving the toast under all the other components of the dish (I'm talking baked beans, buttered spinach...other things that are guaranteed to make your bread soggy and inedible) I cannot tell you what the food tasted like. Everything was one, indistinguishable...Number 3.
Had the company not been what it was, and Mother not paid, I'd be saying: that's money and time I'm never getting back.
Price: £32.00 for 2 x hot drinks, 3 x mains and service charge.
Veggie Friendly: 2.5/5
Food: 1.5/5
Service: 2.5/5 darling
Atmosphere: 2.5/5
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