THE ALTHORP

The Althorp is a pub that feels like a warm hug, but it might take a while to get your food. A Sunday roast here is a gamble; you could end up waiting an eternity while Vlad and Florin charm you with smiles and free desserts. The salmon blinis had Noémie still dreaming about them, while Gigi's duck Wellington took the crown for best Christmas dinner. Just don’t expect culinary miracles if you hit peak hours—Tara learned that the hard way with cold mains and a two-hour wait. Overall, it’s a decent spot to unwind, just maybe avoid the festive rush.

If you’re lucky enough to snag a table outside, it’s a cozy vibe, but don’t be surprised if your food arrives cold or late. Still, the staff, especially Vlad and Florin, are the real MVPs, turning a frustrating wait into a pleasant experience. Just don’t expect Michelin stars here; it’s more about the atmosphere and service than the food itself.