The best restaurants serving British food in Scottow North Norfolk East of England

We went to The Crown hoping for a classic Sunday lunch, but what we got felt more like a tragic comedy in three acts. Act One: My wife’s cottage pie – a dish that clearly had ambitions but fell spectacularly short. It started with mince that had more grease than a mechanic’s overalls. The poor thing was practically swimming in fat, bobbing up to the surface of the mash like a tiny, unfortunate shipwreck. And as for the cheese? Rather than a nice golden topping, it was an apathetic layer that looked like it lost the will to melt. Seriously, it was like the cheese took one look at the mince and decided, “Nah, I’m done.” Act Two: The carrots. Not only were they so soft they practically disintegrated on sight, but they hadn’t been topped or tailed. Imagine going through life only to end up on a plate without anyone even bothering to snip off your ends. The poor carrots deserved better. Act Three was my fish and chips – the only saving grace. The batter was crispy, and the chips were alright. But compared to the epic drama of the cottage pie, it felt like a very quiet end to the meal. The nice lady asked us about our meal half way through, and we told her about the carrots. She didnt really say anything nor take ownership, so thought it wasn’t even worth mentioning the greasy Cottage Pie The Crown has potential, but they need to get their act together. Otherwise, that cottage pie will haunt my dreams forever.