The best restaurants serving British food in East of England

The chips were hard and not very hot. Overpriced and not very pleasant . Small portion and really didn't enjoy it which was disappointing as was very hungry

Came in early evening I had the chicken tikka curry which was bland poppadom was hard. My son had mixed grill mushrooms burnt. My daughter had a flat bread which she did enjoy. Drinks were ok staff members were nice overall I wouldn't come back

I had a lovely experience at the cafe today. There was a nice, calm atmosphere and tables were clean and tidy. I had a delicious cake and tea and was served by a very kind assistant.

My lady friend in her 80s and me were having a pleasant day and just wanted an Ice cream. We stopped at this window because advertised Italian Gelato. The man attending the public offended my friend who was walking with crutches due to a hip injury. She is under huge amount of pain and medication but that won’t stop her lively spirit from trying to go out and enjoy a good summer day. Is a way to take her mind out of the pain. My friend was asking questions about the flavours, the price, etc… as a pensioner and client she has the right to enquires. I’m not sure what he saw on my friend but that man in the counter (perhaps in his menopause) right away tall her if she was dunk? It was only midday. How rude, and what an aggressive customer service that was. My friend told him right away she was holding herself onto crutches, and that she was under medication. She told him he should not be working in that place. The man didn’t apologise. He just avoided the fact that he insulted my disabled lady friend in her 80s and wanted to change the conversation. We shouldn’t have bought the expensive scoop of ice cream. £7 for two ice creams. One in a cone and the other one in a small paper cup. They were tiny scoops that looks like one. The point is that that man that Saturday 20th July should not be serving to the public.

We were going to a party nearby and opted to stay over at The Bull, for a Village Pub with rooms, it is very clean and comfortable with ample parking. The staff in the pub were warm and welcoming, the “on site chip shop” meant we could have a quick bite before heading to the party and they kindly ordered a cab and provided the number to contact for the cab back. Breakfast was very good and served with a smile. This is just what it says on the tin, with the addition of friendly staff.

Selected to visit this pub to watch live football whilst in St Neots recently. There are at least two screens, a pool table, fruit machine and the venue hosts live music typically (although it’s unclear during COVID times). To that end, it’s a regular local pub with a predictable array of beers on tap and classic features. The drinks are well priced, though.

Great food. Great service. Thank you Honey and team!

Generally the worst food ever experienced in a spoons. Gourmet Burger, wife said would rather have McDonald's. Steak, rare as wanted, full of fat and like rubber. Chicken Strips .. boy said McDonald's or Dominos better.

Nice and hot and fresh thank you

Cupcakes were very cute food was a little cold but I was even colder in the rain so it was ok! the atnosphere was a little lacking but overall everyone seems very happy thank you dobbie

Generalmente voy solo por la tarde antes de las conferencias y he sido mucho. Me sorprenden las críticas. Creo que es genial. En primer lugar, una vista superior de Cambridge y un montón de asientos. Café, té, bollos y pasteles son encantadores. La velocidad del servicio es excelente y las colas van rápido. Siempre limpiando las mesas y quitando los platos usados. Aun sin vales sigue siendo mejor relación calidad-precio que Costa, Caffe Nero cerca.

Oh boy, what an institution. The best fish and chips that I still remember from going to Southend in the 60's aged about 9 or 10 with my parents, I'm in my 60's now ! Though that was the original Bailey's fare. Went again quite recently, to find business had been sold. The food is still very good, but not as good as with the original owners.

Arriving at lunchtime, the establishment appeared pleasantly, but not overwhelmingly, busy. A few tables were free, so we sat at one close to the corner of the bar in the side room. My wife goes off to find a menu. Unsure whether she has gone to the bar, which had two groups at it when we passed seconds earlier, or surveying the savannah plains of Africa she arrives back after ten minutes or so shaking her head in disbelief. Quick decision made; pint of ghost ship and the ploughman’s for me, tuna jacket potato for her with a portion of chips to share between. Queue another fifteen minute wait. Still no one else arrived at the bar. My wife comes back, head shaking to explain that she has been told a great saga about the coffee machine and how unreasonable it is that all people want is coffee. I suppose gin and tonic would be more her expectations? I kept hearing her tell everyone that she is rushed off her feet, largely with her expositions of the same one feels. Forty minutes after arrival, the food arrives. Well most of it. Searching for condiments, I find 1Litre chefs larder bottles, with no means of dissemination. Not wanting to risk a plate covered in the stuff I will go without. The ploughman’s? Two slices of ham, a fairly bland cheddar cheese, a slice of gala pie (halved, supermarket brought I assume) and a small slice of pork pie. Some bread also arrives, which was pleasant, but with such glorious local produce available, and a farm shop selling all of it a couple of hundred yards away, this seemed a missed opportunity. Indeed, I could have walked to the farm shop, gathered some alternative ingredients and prepared it onto a plate in the time this whole sorry saga took. However, this would be forgetting the true piece de resistance… the menu item that would send Galton blackerstone careering down from Morston Hall to try it: the salad. One quarter of a tomato, and some lettuce from a bag. It will, like so much, live long in the memory. But what of the chips? They never arrived. Deciding that asking would be too much, and wanting to leave, I go up to the bar at the end of the meal (pre paid). I a, greeted by ‘if you want food you’ll have to wait.’ The slightest attentiveness, and the fact the landlady has caught my gaze several times during the meal might suggest that having already eaten I am unlikely to want to repeat the experience. After saying that I prefer dialogue to start with ‘hello’, I explain what has happened. Without a word she goes to write an order for more chips on order papers that I can’t remember seeing this side of Covid. I stop her, and explain I would simply like a refund to the card used. This can’t be done, as she doesn’t know how to do that on the till. She offers me cash, with no proof that what I said was true, I accept and leave. I suggest that rather than paper tickets they should have a till system that sends orders to the kitchen, to reduce workload and risk of errors. The look I am shot says this is clearly my time to leave, before a potion is found near the coffee machine, and a spell cast to damm my soul to an eternity in hell. Or maybe just staying the afternoon. I’ve been in before, but under different ownership. Husband and wife who may be trying their best, but in my honest opinion falling far short. A decent EPOS system, efficient coffee machine and one or two extra staff could have made this so much better and not representing Basil Fawlty in Englands Nazareth. Diners nearby had similar experiences to us, and it was a certain gallows humour camaraderie that made the meal even more surreal. Somehow you couldn’t feel angry - just sorry for people so far out of their depth. In a place of such spiritual wonderment, it is clear there are still some areas in need of divine intervention.

Taken over, Wyevale no longer in operation, so bonus points not relevant! Dobbies provide a similar service, several of the staff still work here

Poor service. Food not great. I am not surprised they are closing down their cafes. Should have left it as it was .