In general, folks want to think that there truly is some kind of absolute scale for rating…read moreanything. A scale that is somehow completely independent of my mood, my expectations, what just happened 5 minutes ago, what's going to happen 1 hour from now, etc. All of that and more ultimately influences my perception of the experience as it relates to any particular scale.
Let's take Claire's review for example. Note that right out of the box she says that "nothing else was open". What this means immediately is that whatever scale she had been originally thinking about using (the one you would use when all 1000 restaurants were open in a highly popular seaside vacation destination village for an entire country) should immediately be replaced with the scale appropriate for the situation. I mean, seriously, what kind of restaurants do you expect to be open at 3 in the morning, anywhere?
So, my Mom and I had similarly arrived at the Lugger fairly late. As we walked by the restaurant on our way to the room, I quickly noted it was a super 'homey' kind of place, quaint, cute, but not drippingly so. It just totally exuded 'good ol fashioned down home cookin'. Like the kind you grew up with as kid (we all have those stories of that favorite meal or dish that to this day we can taste as if we're eating it right now: our go to comfort food). Yeah, sure, Mom or Dad was no Chef Pierre, but at that moment, it totally defined awesome.
My initial impression was completely spot on. Of the 5 meats to choose from, I had lamb, pork roast, and turkey breast. Completely basic, just bake in the oven and serve. Given the properly selected scale now of 'good ol fashioned down home cookin', they were all very good, with the lamb edging out the pork and turkey. While I would agree that the meat all by itself was a just a skoch dry (was probably not so at 4pm, but by 8:30 pm after sitting under heat lamps for 4.5 hours, yeah, a bit more dried out), what Claire failed to mention was the neat little trick that Mom always used: GRAVY! Omg, flashback inducing. Just a quick swish before the bite, and, voilla, succulence to the max.
But, using the same scale, if the meats were very good, the veggies were excellent. The creamed cabbage, cheesy cauliflower and sautéed leeks were outstanding (who's ever seen sautéed leeks at a carvery?). The best for sure though was combining the leeks with the gooey mashed potatoes. Now that rivaled other potato-leek things I've had from many a high end cookbook.
And of course, accompany the whole business with two pints of Guinness (this IS England, for gods sake).
We didn't have live music blaring, we had radio pop, just like what Mom was probably playing relative to her 1965. Claire, you made a choice, so stfu about the music.
So, yeah, if you're looking for total English down homey, show up at 1st opening for 5 stars. If you're looking for London upscale with spices you've never heard of, don't go.