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Este bar es bien conocido por tener cocina británica. Pedir sus atrayentes filetes con pimientos, su perfectamente elaborado pescado y patatas fritas o sus tiernas brochetas de pollo es lo que un buen número de visitantes recomienda. The Brownlow Inn te permite probar unos delicados brownies, un sorprendente pudin de caramelo toffe y una sabrosa tarta de queso con chocolate blanco. Disfruta de su delicioso chardonnay, su estupenda cerveza lager o su irresistible cerveza inglesa. En este lugar, sus clientes pueden tomar un extraordinario frappé de chocolate, un sensacional té o un insuperable chocolate caliente.
La atmósfera acogedora de este lugar consigue que sus invitados se sientan relajados y disfruten de un rato agradable. Comprueba por ti mismo lo alegre que es su personal. Tal y como un gran número de usuarios reconocen, el servicio es sofisticado. Este bar te ofrece una gran variedad de platos a unos precios asequibles. Muchos críticos han notado que la decoración es admirable. Los usuarios de Google aprecian The Brownlow Inn: le han dado 4,7 estrellas.
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Británica, Opciones vegetarianas
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Brownlow Heath Ln, Congleton, Inglaterra, Reino Unido
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| LunesLun | 12:00-23:00 |
| MartesMar | 12:00-23:00 |
| MiércolesMié | 12:00-23:00 |
| JuevesJue | 12:00-23:00 |
| ViernesVie | 12:00-23:00 |
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The curry was an enigma — it had all the excitement of boiled wallpaper paste and about as much flavour. The naan bread was cremated beyond recognition and so salty it could season the Dead Sea. The chips tasted like they’d been fried in last year’s oil, and the onion rings… well, let’s just say I’ve had better meals in hospital cafeterias.
The fish was so greasy it could’ve slipped off the plate and escaped on its own. My son’s chicken burger was cooked to the texture of a rubber toy — I half expected him to start throwing it for the dog. The bread roll was so stale it should’ve come with a health warning. The kebab was dry enough to start a drought, and the pie sat sadly in a puddle of green mush that once identified as peas.
Now, I’ll admit — I have high standards because I always cook from fresh, use the best ingredients, and actually taste and check everything I make. So maybe that’s why this meal offended me on a spiritual level.
Then the grand finale: the £20 “cake surcharge.” Yes, twenty pounds to sing Happy Birthday and present a 12-year-old with his own cake. Who knew joy now came with a service charge?
Now, credit where it’s due — the staff were absolutely lovely. Truly wonderful people doing their best to serve chaos with a smile. They were polite, patient, and clearly deserve a pay rise (or at least therapy). If there were Oscars for bravery in the face of terrible food, they’d sweep the awards.
As for the owner — the less said the better. Imagine a pantomime villain who’s traded his evil laugh for a calculator and a surcharge list. “Boo! Hiss!” doesn’t quite cover it. To be fair, he has described himself in a review as a “good-looking slim millionaire,” which is absolutely hilarious — because after this meal, the only thing slim around here was the chance of us ever coming back.
And this isn’t even the first time he’s upset us. On our last visit, he actually shouted at us because our baby dared to make a noise — yes, a baby doing what babies do. You’d think a man so self-proclaimedly charming could handle the sound of a giggle, but apparently not. We should’ve taken that as the red flag it clearly was.
I’ll give them this: consistency is key, and this place is consistently disappointing. Between the limp food, frosty management, and saintly staff, I think it’s safe to say our custom is gone for good.
While I draw breath, I’ll be sharing this culinary horror story far and wide. May the locals be braver (and hungrier) than I.