Had high hopes for this restaurant when we saw it close to be opened two years ago, so we were excited to be finally going this time round. Brunch package with or without drinks, extensive menu. Tables very crammed you can't place your feet on the floor, most comfortable to opt for putting your feet on the tables singular large leg! Food was incredibly over salted to the extreme - from soup, to fish cake, to broccoli side, even a simple tomato and onion salad was highs over salted. Requested two single glasses of wine - the abrupt, lack lustre non smiling female Russian waitress greeted us with "you want glass of wine, you take ze drinks packag huh?". Standing firm, we requested two single glasses of wine by the glass which we received. Her service throughout the meal continued to show no signs of a smile or graciousness. Dessert just about saved the whole meal - a nice strawberry trifle - thankfully unsalted! We advised one manager who asked us how our food was and we feedback accordingly - he was graciously apologetic and offered us another glass of wine.
Ambience - was fairy quiet, apart from the Arabic Michael Buble cover singer in the corner using backing tracks. All diners seated close together in one area. Was unfortunate we were seated close to the footballers wife, lushing on the drinks package, with brattish girl-child who at one point slapped her mother with her flip flop and then also howled like at 2 year old when reprimanded... This did also mar our lunch experience at The Ivy.