If you’re looking for overpriced food, glacial service, a menu designed by someone who’s just discovered oat milk, and a manager with all the charm of a parking warden, this is the place for you.
We booked a table for three (plus three small, well-behaved dogs) a week in advance. Despite giving them a heads-up about the dogs, we were thoughtfully crammed next to a large, noisy party in the busiest corner of the pub, like being seated in the mosh pit of a Coldplay concert.
Then began the Great Wait: 40 minutes of being spectacularly ignored, watching other tables — who arrived long after us — enjoy drinks, starters, and main courses before anyone even glanced in our direction. I’ve seen glaciers move faster.
The menu? Sparse and uninspiring, like they hired a “Head of Creativity” from a tofu conference. It leans heavily on vegan and gluten-free options, which is fine if the food is good, but not when you’re being charged artisan prices for supermarket-standard fare.
I ordered the chicken burger, allegedly marinated in gochujang. Now, I’m not saying they lied, but if there was any gochujang involved, it must have been whispered to the chicken from across the kitchen. The burger was basically fine.. think Wetherspoons on a good day, but at £20, you’d expect a little more than “vaguely edible.”
All of this could have been forgiven — overpriced, underwhelming food is practically a national tradition — but the real lowlight was the manager. Rude, grumpy, and radiating the energy of a man who peaked around 2003.
After one of our dogs (who had been quietly snoozing under the table) barked when a waitress nearly stepped on him, the manager stormed over to deliver a stern warning: “One more bark and you’re out.” Good to know they take noise so seriously, if only the same policy applied to their karaoke-sized party next door.
In hindsight, we should have left right then, sparing ourselves the disappointing food and a final bill that felt like it should have come with a ski mask and a note saying, “Hand over the cash.”
In summary: this pub is trading entirely on fond memories and pre-pandemic TripAdvisor reviews. Avoid it unless you particularly enjoy being overcharged, underfed, and scolded like a naughty child for existing.
Really unimpressed by this place considering the reviews. The prices were very high for what is ‘fine’ Greek food. £27 for Moussaka is a joke, whilst £21 for two unflavoured chicken thigh skewers and some chips is just unreasonable. The staff were nice and the setting is good but the food is really underwhelming
Only had food young ladies behind bar were very welcoming Sadly food was very average didn't expect peppers in prawn cocktail and chips with main meal very dry powdery
The Fox is een erg leuk restaurant. We stonden op een camping in de omgeving en we zochten een goed restaurant.
The Fox vind je niet zomaar, deze zit buiten het centrum van het stadje Frome.
We hebben er erg lekker gegeten en gedronken. Echt een aanrader!
Niet te groot, echt leuk. Ik denk dat hier veel locale bewoners komen. Ze zijn sinds een half jaar ook een camping begonnen. Die hadden we niet gevonden en daarom staan we ergens anders.
Bediening is wel erg snel, Nederlanders zitten graag wat langer aan rafel.
Echter erg lekker gegeten en gedronken, ik kan u dit restaurant van harte aanbevelen.
The Fox, thank for the very nice dinner!