Sweeneys

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Went to Sweeneys once at Easter and will not be back. Ever.
I so wanted to like Sweeneys as it’s very handy for us at weekends, but try as I did, I just couldn’t love it. Not even a mother could.
Where to start? I kid you not, my son’s pizza was literally frozen solid in the middle, with the cheese on top beautifully melted. Yum. So not only was it not cooked, but they are using frozen pizzas.
Next up was my well done steak which still had blood in the middle. Wouldn’t like to see a rare one. Would it still be attached to the side of a cow? It was sent back to be cooked more and the others in my party had finished their main courses before it made its re-​appearance.
Drinks didn’t arrive, we were offered Merlot as a sparkling wine (??). Oh and we were shown to our pre booked table after an hour’s wait, with 4 tired children in tow. Wonderful.
As each of the comedy of errors was pointed out to the staff and eventually the owner, we were met with stoic indifference. Was there a reduction on the bill? Oh, no, in fact we were overcharged! Was there a drink on the house? Even a mumbled apology? No and no again. We paid up and left in disgust.
Just before we left, the kitchen doors swung open to reveal a scene of complete chaos with staff looking at each other in despair and lots of shouting. I almost felt sorry for them. Almost.