The best restaurants serving Mediterranean food in Mole Valley South East

We had my mums 65th Birthday Party at the Healthy Kitchen on Saturday Evening, Our Host Dawn was Brilliant from start to finish, From Our prior meetings to discuss arrangements etc to having breakfast with visiting family the next morning at the venue, It exceeded all of our expectations and our guests were so impressed with how amazing the venue was! So Much so they were all enquiring as to when We could have our next Family Party! Thankyou to Dawn and all the staff for making it a night to remember! We all had a fantastic evening!!!

Management staff were on the ball with emails to and from them re our booking. We asked for a dome for birthday lunch which was a great experience. Warm and comfortable, overlooking the lake. Food was delicious too. We will most certainly return.

Been for breaksast and lunch. Always consistent

It was my birthday, and I’d been here once before—the food was good, the vibes were right, and I thought, why not relive the magic? This time, however, we strolled in on a Sunday to find the place emptier than my gym membership in February. A couple of tables were occupied, the staff were polite, and hope was still alive. I ordered a rack of ribs (among other items for the family feast). The kids were buzzing, the wife was smiling, and then... my ribs arrived. A lonely rack of meat on a plate, completely naked. No veggies, no garnish—just ribs on porcelain, like some avant-garde food art exhibit. First impression? About as exciting as a soggy birthday balloon. But hold on, it gets worse. The BBQ sauce—homemade, the waitress proudly informed me—was a tangy apocalypse. Overly sharp, aggressively sour, and apparently, sugar had been barred entry at the sauce-making stage. Sweetness? Nowhere to be found. It tasted like someone had an argument with vinegar and poured their feelings onto my ribs. I considered saying something to the waitress but realized I’d already emotionally checked out. I stared at my ribs, the ribs stared back, and we both knew this wasn’t going to work. I left them half-eaten—which, for spare ribs, is basically a crime. Normally, ribs aren’t about the quantity of meat; they’re about the experience. This experience, though? A disappointing, saucy tragedy. Happy birthday to me, I guess.