Pub downstairs accounts for an odd, noisy rumbling below one’s feet. Delicious pad see ew(my personal favourite) and I can’t quite recall much else because I spent a great portion of my meal here drinking pint after pint and writing what evolved into a very nasty list of Qualities Required In A Nanny a la Mary Poppins. Pretty sure her boobs were discussed. I do remember the food was good, the service paltry, and not very expensive.
