If food were the only measure of a pub's greatness, The Red Lion Pub would be crowned king. The fish and chips were so on point they practically stuck a Union Jack in my taste buds and declared culinary independence. The beers? Delish enough to make you forget your own name. And oh, the grilled cheese and soup combo - my personal Everest in a sea of culinary options.But alas, even in the enchanted kingdom of gastronomy, there lies a dragon named "Service." The adventure began at the host stand, where we, a party of two, stood eagerly awaiting our table destiny. Our noble host, however, decided to play favorites, abandoning chivalry to help a group of ladies who sailed in after us. Apparently, our plea for a table was less alluring than a pirate's treasure map.As if that weren't enough, our charming host decided to sprinkle a dash of disappointment by not only flirting with the ladies but also seating them before us. Cheers to awkward encounters and a side of awkward seating arrangements.Now, onto our server. With all the charm of a damp napkin, this server sailed through our dining experience with all the enthusiasm of a snail on a Sunday stroll. They checked on us once, leaving us feeling lonelier than a castaway on a deserted island.To make matters more tantalizingly tedious, the food embarked on a world tour before gracing our table. We waited so long that we contemplated writing our own cookbook in the meantime.In the end, The Red Lion Pub proved that even the mightiest fish and chips can't salvage an evening marred by lackluster service. If you're seeking a dining adventure that rivals a Shakespearean tragedy, The Red Lion Pub is your stage. Just be prepared for a performance where the food steals the show, and the service is merely a supporting actor struggling to remember their lines.
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