Visited many times with a girl friend for a drink and natter. Carvery as you would expect a carvery to be. However, following the death of my husband and feeling the need to test "going out on my own" I ventured to the White Hart one Bank Holiday Sunday lunchtime 2010). Armed with book and a great deal of trepidation I asked for a table for one and told the maitre d I would be in the garden. Every now and then he would come to the door and yell ~~"table for...." but when it was my turn he came over to me and discreetly told me my table was ready. I wont ever forget that kindness. Enough said?
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