Mumma's Café in Tandridge

An interesting spot to try and find a nice cosy family themed brunch. I was initially attracted by the appeal of “fresh scones” and a nice cup of proper tea. What do I find? A watery decaffeinated soup of brown dishwater with low fat milk, and a sugarless farlies rusk of microscopic proportions which simply (and irresponsibly) enabled my sugar addiction via the addition of copious but necessary amounts of strawberry jam. The patrons too were a little alarming. Royalists one and all engaged in some kind of obscure eating competition that must be some traditional element of the local culture. I returned to my country of origin safe in the knowledge that any return to this sorry establishment would be at least a year away.

Nothing best describes this establishment better than distinctly average. From the moment i entered to the glorious moment i managed to leave. I spent 20 minutes at the front desk without even a soul coming to thank me for gracing them with my presence. Finally a cat.. yes a bloody cat, came to greet me and beconed me to follow her. I cannot imagine what possesed me to follow this feline creature however it took me to a table in the back next to the stove. Now this wasn't some kind of chefs table, it was maybe 2 feet from the open kitchen where i could hear the kitchen help moan about me stealing their roast dinner. The sheer gal of it still boggles the mind. food was decent, service poor. After dinner mint was acceptable.

Asked for a glass of water. Never arrived. Will not be returning if I can help it. Also stir fry far too garlicky.