Tempted by the equally cut price puddings, one Tuesday we ventured into the ‘Dessert Pizza’ range. Wisely choosing the one with the most toppings a sense of disappointment arrived along with the melted mass of ‘stuff’ that hit the table. A gold coin has been included for size. Specifically to highlight the lack of it. If the service was of restaurant standard as opposed to ‘impressively relaxed bohemian bar’ standard then the ice cream may have not melted already and the experience would have been vastly improved. Having said all that, the toppings themselves were all tasty, with the exception of the cranberries, they were a bit like finding anchovies in your Caesar.
One Word Review: The fat lady didn’t sing.