The best restaurants serving Other cuisines food in Greenhill Harrow London

I got a coffee craving in Harrow so Googled nearest cafe and Ancona appeared. Made a quick scroll down the reviews which seemed to be favourable and found the place after a 12 minute walk. Ordered a Latte which was risky because a lot of cafes don't know how to make a latte and you often come away feeling like all you've consumed is hot milk. Not the case here however! The latte was excellent albeit too hot when it came (hence why not 5 stars) - but I let it cool a bit and was very satisfied overall.

Last time I was here was 19th june 2018 Still excellent in my opinion opened on time at 7am warm and welcoming Could not fault the food and coffee .decent w.c. good staff There today Monday 23rd September

Consistently excellent coffee and some amazing cakes, all out in the middle of the National Park. Perfect way to finish - or start - your walk.

What a disappointment compared to the previous Bru cafe in Harrow . The new one looks terrible inside. We walked straight out and went to McDonald’s.

It's Sunday and I'm feeling bored. I went to Cafe Nero at Harrow on the hill and tried their pistachio iced Cafe latte plus their new Italian cream bun. It's a waste of money! Horrible taster of both items! Never again!

I had good experience, I came to drink coffee and relax. The staff were amazing and fast service. Kasia is the best barista I have seen. She is always smiling and helpful.

It was more synchronicity than accident that the first Wetherspoons emerged from the first year of Thatcher: the rise of this business model walked hand in hand with the gradual erosion of the Working Men’s Club, where subsidised beer was part of the overall energy of what was on offer. Back in the day, men would sit so very loyally in these institutions, often finishing a shift, going straight there to either nurse beer or watch what entertainment on offer. It wasn’t urban myth that women of the seventies and eighties marriages would walk to these clubs and serve their men the dinner there, or come in for a row. The proverbial stay at home wife still exists, though today a far different creature, being kept happy with holidays, cars and home furnishings. This bar has an ignored tourist base: all Wetherspoons now, regardless of geography should be aware of the Arbnb market. But, like all chains, it has no hope of dealing with this energy, preferring instead to deal with the constraints of blanket brand approach. Here, moments away from the most exclusive boy’s school in the country exists a dogged Trinity: heavily pierced and tattooed staff with relationship interconnectivity with staff elsewhere in Harrow bars, gossip with customers that are not too happily married. 2 fiercely compromised gentlemen of note need really badly to hold court: one a compulsive gambler and self appointed Town Cryer/Snitch, the other a coke addict, needing cheap boooze and proximity to a nearby club that facilitates more time away from the missus. Both are guilty of rumour spreading to qualify for Anglo Saxon Village punishment. Further back from the seventies, gossips, snitches and muck spreaders were Cukked: bathed in excrement and shamed. The third aspect to this Trinity is the barring policy of Spoons. Here the really nasty alternative life of a post grad is eased with the power to barr. The town itself has the barring from this bar as a kind of weird Badge of Honor. Everyone who has it in them to give money to this institution has been barred at one time or another. Note that it took a huge amount of effort to have Greene King barr a very irritating individual claiming to be the cousin of Tim Martin. His very best friend sits here whilst others remain barred. Another visit is due. The poor social media (almost), says it all. Wetherspoons has it’s critics but remains a great brand. Reliability, social cohesion and a sense of history are it’s strengths. BUT, it has a tendency to be one thing in the centre of things and another in the suburbs and regions. It need not be so. A visit to The Beaten Docket in Cricklewood is where a traveller will find groups of guys playing cards, backgammon, enjoying each other without a whiff of a chance of one of them stabbing the backs of the league. Centrally located Spoons are a boon. If thinking that this bar represents brand or locale it serves, think again, go instead to the Three Wishes in Pinner or the Spoons in Baker St.

Servers were lovely. Unfortunately the food let the place down tonight. The minced Lamb kebab skewer, I’m not sure if it was because it wasn’t cooked properly inside but honestly, tasted like dog food. The ‘Saffron’ Rice, you get a tiny bit of, scattered over the top and the rest is white and completely tasteless. The chicken skewer was chewy & bland and like the lamb one, the plate underneath was covered in grease. The Okra Lamb Stew tasted like garlic & a tin of tomatoes in a bowl and in the whole dish we only counted 6-7 really tiny pieces of Lamb. The salad was fresh and the drinks were nice and chilled. Wish I had something better to say, I’m sorry. We did let the gent know about the above issues and he took off the 10% service charge of £3.40. Cheers!

It is very difficult to reach them, no one answers the phone, I called 5 times. Food arrives very very hard

Just disgusting! Luke warm coffee , mushy bananas in fruit salad, dirty cutlery (swopped a number of times), scrambled egg like cold rubber, toast cold - had to ask for butter! Hash brown dripping in grease. Just horrid, almost inedible! DO NOT waste your money!