On reading the many reviews on the Kings Arms I must be the only one who knows how things should be done, and everyone else just accepts how it is and feels happy with that. Well where do I start on what was an eventful evening but very disappointing at the same time. On arrival we were early and went into the bar for a pre dinner drink. The place was soulless with only a large table to sit at. When the water started to cascade through the ceiling and the light fitting due to a newly installed bathroom upstairs it was chaos for few moments with the fire alarm sounding and staff running around with buckets. We moved through to the restaurant once the rest of our party had arrived and were given the menu for the starters. The way it works here is you chose your starter and go to what is essentially a deli counter in the corner of the restaurant where you chose your mains by what is in the counter and order the starters. The idea seems great in theory but we waited what seemed like an age before somebody came who looked like the pot washer dressed in an apron and a t-shirt. No chefs whites to be seen. I chose the lone Partridge which was sat in the cabinet, bald, headless with its feet still attached along with the queen scallops and crayfish for starters.We were there for 7pm and most of the starters and mains had sold out or had limited availability. I was informed by the pot washer that the mains came with veg and potatoes. We went back to our seats. Not too long later the starters arrived. My queens scallops were served in a hot skillet along with the crayfish and cheese. I only got one scallop along with the crayfish and all was overdone. When the mains came I couldn't believe my eyes, the partridge was served as two breasts and two legs with the feet and claws all curled up and still attached! It was like Thai street food. The bird was dry and tough with very little sauce. A bloody disgrace. The veg was raw and not al dente. When asked about desert I thought they cant cock all three courses up surely not. I ordered what was billed as a chocolate pot. When it came it was a 70's style dish with a spoon bendingly tough chocolate torte like base with an inch of cream swimming around on top. Three people ordered it and three different size pots came to the table! I didn't eat mine. The only positive I can find in the whole evening was the staff were great although oblivious to the standard of fayre they were serving. They did it all with a smile and couldn't be more efficient.
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