Sleeping With The Fishes

The Codfather, 14 Bunyan Road, Kempstons, Beds, MK42 8HP

 

I’m not quite sure what is it about chip shops and puns. Why chip shops? Why do they require a joke name? I know “the Fish and Chip Shop” is pretty boring but why not “Brain’s Fish & Chips”?

Does the name really matter that much?

I would wager that more chippy’s are named using puns than any other fast food sector.

The Cod Father, The Chip Inn, The Frying Squad, Rock N’ Sole

What's next?

Cod This Be Magic? Skid Roe? A Salt & Battery? A Fish Full Of Dollars? Oh Cod Call The Police?

When have you ever seen an Italian place with a pun name?

Pizza Piss, Its Cannelloni in Here, Pasta Its Sell by Date

Or a Chinese?

Wok on Tommy, Phat Fuk, Wong Order

Or a Kebab house?

Heart Donner, Donner Eat that, Sheesh I’m Hungry, AbraKebabra*

*Actually that last one is a real place I saw in Ireland once

Or an Indian?

Curry Up, Tikka Tape Parade, Bhaji Your Way In, Phall-Lick

It’s few and far between that’s for sure.

Name aside it was lunch time and while driving through the fresh, colour filled streets of Kempston I thought “yum, I have soup in the cupboard” followed by the though “Soup? Are you a big knob? Why the hell are you going to eat liquid veg? Look, look over there, that’s a chip shop… go there. Look, it’s called the Codfather so it must be good especially with such a witty bloody name like that… go eat the chips you lardy bugger you know you want to”.

While I mulled over the wise words of by subconscious I found by body had already pulled in to a parking space and had dragged me across the rain soaked road toward the chippy, “Oh, it’s decided then” I thought, and as I pondered as to why the bloke in front of me had a leopard skin tattoo covering his bald head instead of hair I heard my own voice involuntarily speaking the mystical words “battered sausage and chips wrapped please”.

I drove back to the workshop and plated up, slapped a bit more salt and vinegar on and tucked in.

Talking of salt & vinegar. What is it about some chip shop staff and their reluctance to actually put any on your chips. They ask you if you want it, you reply positively and then they hold up the bottle over the chips tip it and then quick as a flash whip it back upright allowing about 2 drops to fall on to the chips.

Then there are those that comply willingly but seem to be fighting against some sort of Harry Potter type magic barrier surrounding your food “Expelviniamas”, they could pour the entire bottle over it and it would simply bounce off and dissipate in the bag.

What can I say about the chips? They look good enough but there was an odd taste about them, it was almost as if I was eating a raw potato. Not that the texture wasn’t fine it was just this lingering flavour. Perhaps it was the fat they were using but I’ve never had anything like it before. I don’t think this is the norm for The Codfather since I’ve eaten from here in the past and never noticed this before, it might be that they have changed supplier of something and this is the result. Either way I wasn’t keen.

The sausage in batter could quite frankly have done with a bit more batter, it was pretty thinly spread. The sausage itself looked appealing, it wasn’t some toxic pink that I’ve seen at other chippy’s and was more of a dark brown, thick mince. The problem was that it just didn’t taste good. It didn’t taste off or anything like that but it was just “meh”. This was my first experience of a battered sausage here, in the past I’d normally had Cod which was the main reason Mrs Belly and myself stopped coming here on a regular basis. The Cod always seemed too wet, covered in soggy batter that would limply cling on to the fish.

My other issue here was the portion size. Normally regular chips pile up on a small tray but here the tray was barely full at all. I’m not expecting mountains of chips but a regular portion anywhere else would be double the size. In reality though it was a blessing in disguise since I didn’t enjoy them anyway.

I think the meal cost me £2.50 or it would have been £2.60 with a drink included which isn’t too bad for a lunch time but still too much for a small portion of bad food in my opinion.

There are other options at The Codfather, fried chicken, kebabs, burgers etc. I’ve not tried these so they may fair better but I have no real inclination to return and test the waters again.

Fingers crossed I won’t find a horse’s head in my bed tomorrow morning.

 

Been Spending Most Our Lives Living In A Cheesy Paradise

Marcello’s Pizzeria, 52 Harrowden Road, Bedford, Beds, MK42 0SP

01234 365088

Just in case you can’t be bothered to read all of this can I just say, I love Marcello’s pizza (You can go now). In the past I’ve raved about Santaniello’s Pizzeria but for my money you can’t beat Marcello’s.

This is authentic Italian pizza, this is what you want.

Both of these guys serve up a great pizza and while Santaniello may the cheaper of the two you get more option at Marcello. I’ve found that Santaniello pizza toppings are pretty much the same all round, it’s normally some variation of ham, onions, mushrooms, pepperoni & chili.

Pizzas at Marcello’s are offered in a range of sizes from 10” to the rather fantastic 15” (for the fatties in the family.... get in!). This is perfect since I’m a greedy git and can have a 15” to myself while those around me can order a size that suits their own belly’s requirements.

There are a host of other dishes on the menu and one of my favourites is the dough sticks. Long pieces of pizza dough drizzled with garlic oil, my god, my bejesus these things rock!

Something else I’ve tried out is the Mozzarella Carrozza which is fresh mozzarella covered in bread crumbs and deep fried served with a tomato sauce. This lies under the starters section of the menu but don’t be fooled. This thing is massive! I got caught out by this on my first order which consisted of this, the dough sticks and a 15” Piccante Pizza (Pepperoni & chili). Seriously dude I didn’t think I would finish everything. I know what you’re thinking, you’re thinking “You fat bastard, not being able to manage all of that sounds pretty bloody reasonable… you lardy pork bucket!” but I didn't want to waste any of this, it was all so good. I don’t care if I had to pop all of the buttons on my jeans and make a small incision just under my belly button these bad boys were going down (and staying down I might add… no bulimia here thank you very much).

Just to keep you informed (because that's just the kind of guy I am) there are other items on the menu such as pasta, salads and desserts.

Obviously from the above you can tell I like this place, in fact to really get across just how much I love their food I can tell you that I have (just the once mind) ordered from them 3 times in one week… Yes, yes, yes. I know. Fat, arteries blah, blah, blah but I had good reason (you might not think it's a good reason but I've been over the pro's and con's and justified it to myself, I really had to push the hard sell but I eventually got myself to buy it and now I realise that I should never have questioned my decision in the first place)! Day 1: I was alone, Mrs Belly had gone to see her folks taking Baby Belly with her. Day 2: A special occasion was upon us (I can't remember what it was now so I'm guessing it must have been a wedding anniversary or something) and since we didn’t have a babysitter we had to stay in. Day 3: The Bellies-in-law were visiting and normally have pizza on a Friday so I wanted them to try it out. I think the only (ever so slightly) embarrassing part of the week was hearing “What? Again?” on the other end of the phone during day 3’s ordering process.

The other thing I want to mention is regarding delivery. Most times of the time it’s fine. Delivery is not too slow in my opinion but occasionally you’ll get a young lad delivering and if you do you may find that your pizza is in a bit of a state. If it’s anyone else it seems to be okay but if it’s the young lad then it looks like he’s given it all a good shake before he gets to your door as there is topping everywhere. Honestly it looks like an auto accident when you open the box, tomato blood, pepperoni limbs scattered about the inside of the lid, the faint sobs from the back of my mind “you killed them man, you killed them all”.

To be fair I must add that both my own parents and a friend of mine have told me when they ordered they thought their food was too greasy but I’ve never experienced this myself. I’m not saying their wrong at all but just that it hasn’t happened to me.

In some respects I wish I hadn’t written this since I’m holding off on the takeaways and this has got me craving for a Marcello’s pizza. I tell you what, why don’t you go and have one for me? Don’t you be waving it in front of me though I’ll chew you’re frickin’ hand off sunshine!

Less Haste More Speed

Asia Lounge, 66 High St Bedford, MK40 1NT 01234 365366
 

 

Saturday, the day of champions. I think that’s what they call it, there were lots of cheers from the pub we were in so I’m guessing England must have won the Rugby (that’s what was on the big TV, I’m not a fan but I do notice stuff from time to time).

We were out tonight to celebrate the birthday of a good friend, the plan was to sink a few pints at the Kings Arms and then head over to the Asia Lounge for a slap up Indian. The table was booked well in advance for all 17 of us to everything was going to be all right. Or so we all thought.

You can’t fault the Asia Lounge for its décor, it’s very nicely done out and moodily lit which makes for a very relaxing atmosphere. We were all seated and our drinks order was taken, drinks arrived pretty quickly and the merriment began.

We were given plenty of time to peruse the menu and then the waiter came over and took our starters order, sadly this is where things started to go a little downhill. The order for the starters was taken and then another drinks order, again the drinks came pretty quickly. About 20minutes later the waiter returned and took our main course order (surely all ordering should have been done in one hit).

Then… the long, LONG wait. I should have checked the time but it must have been over 30 minutes before the starters even hit the table. I’m sure I had had 3 rums before food arrived and others had had either 2 or 3 pints.

For starters I’d ordered the soft shell crab: Wild catch blue swimmer soft shell crab, in chilli & garlic tempura batter served with homemade ginger, prune, and mango & fig marmalade. It was pretty amazing, the whole thing was also covered in chopped chilli’s which gave the whole dish a real kick! It really was excellent, the soft juicy crab and the crisp tempura batter worked really well and the chilli’s really set the whole thing off.

I asked around the table and it was a general thumbs up all round. I didn’t really have ask as there were plenty of near orgasmic moans and “Oh man, this is really good” half mumbled comments through full mouths of food to guess that everyone was in fact enjoying what had been laid before them.

After the starters even more drinks were ordered and then we waited…. And we waited… and we waited….

Eventually the main course arrived but, not all together. The main issue here is that there was no organisation, the waiter had a trolley full of food but no idea who had ordered what. He spent much time shouting out the names of dishes in the hope that the person who had ordered the dish all of those hours ago was still able to recall what they had wanted in the first place.

I’d ordered Lamb Rogan, Mushroom Rice and a Keema Nan. My Lamb Rogan turned up first, then about 5mins later I heard “Mushroom rice” being shouted.

“MINE!” I raise my hand as if I’m back in school.

The problem that we now have is that the actual portions sizes are not great, I think had they have come 40 mins before just after we had finished our starters then maybe there would have been enough but we had been waiting far too long and everyone was really hungry and what was now being put down in front of us really wasn’t enough to satisfy the most basic primal hunger needs that had so steady arisen over the long period of time between courses.

I dish up the rice and Rogan and tuck in thinking my Keema Nan can’t be too far behind. All of us who had ordered a kemma nan were thinking this, all but one of us was so very, very wrong.

Mr’s Belly managed to procure herself a keema naan (I wish I had agreed to share Nan’s now rather than flying solo). I was then served a keema nan (or at least that’s what they told me it was), which turned out to just be a nan, no keema, no way, no how just a nan then.

 The remaining keema nans actually turned up when everyone had finished their meal despite cancelling the order about halfway through the main course.

Obviously complaints were raised to the management about the service, the randomness of the serving and some of the dishes had been served cold. We were offered a free round of drinks but since we had been “lounging” now for 3 hours we refused the drinks, we just wanted to go, oh please let us go.

The manager came out and apologised for the bad service and that it had been:

A) The fact that there were so many of us (it was then pointed out that the restaurant was only half full with us in it anyway) Damn it, PLAN B!

A Tandoori oven that had “gone down” which had caused the issue with late food arrivals (are you sure you little tinker I think you’re telling porkies).

C) They just hadn’t prepared for such a large party despite knowing that a large booking was coming in to dine (I suspect that this one was more in line with the truth).

A member of the group asked if they could discount the bill by 25% and asked if that was ok, the manager told him “we’ll decide that” (cheeky git, what he was really saying here was “I will be the one to determine just how much the crap service you were given is worth”). When the bill arrived they had taken off 10% (so a 40minute wait between each course is worth 10%, 50 minutes is worth 15% and 1 hours is worth 20%) but a member of the group asked for a further 15% to be removed which after much toing and froing was agreed upon.

All in all the service was a bloody shambles, a real shambles. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such disorganised service before, it was like a train wreck but a really boring one that you didn’t want to look at as it took ages for the train to fall off the rails, slowly drag itself across the floor and then decide if it was going to explode of not. By the time it did most of the fuel had soaked in to the ground so the expected fireball was nothing more than a damp fart and a puff of smoke like a cheap firework on Bon-Fire night.

The food (which is the real shame of the whole tiresome affair) was bloody amazing! It was some of the best Indian food you could ever expect to have, the Rogan I had was rich and had just the right amount of zing to it. I tried my mates Garlic Chicken dish and that was beautiful. The chef they have is one talented bugger in the flavour department and that’s what makes the let-down of the serving staff that evening so disappointing.

An upsetting part of the evening though was the birthday boy feeling bad for bringing us all to the Lounge. Mate, it wasn’t your fault, no one knew what it would turn out like it did and you’re not to blame. Besides, I think you got over that feeling pretty quick by the way you were hammering down those whiskey shots in The Bear afterwards!

I think I’ll be inclined to try the Asia Lounge one more time but I think we’ll try going as a smaller group next time and see what happens with the service. I do recall going there when it had just opened and having a similar experience (there were only 4 of us that time) but the food is so good I’m really hoping on my 3rd visit (apparently it’s “the charm”, let’s bloody hope so) that they have sorted themselves out on the service side of things.

Oh, and make your portions bigger people.

I'm frickin' hungry!

The Bedford Belly on Tour: McDonners

McDoner's, 100 Carlton Street, Castleford WF10 1EE
 

I’ve been meaning to write this one up for a while but things have been quite busy these past few months that I never really got the chance.

There’s only one thing I’m going to be talking about here and it’s a kebab, this isn’t just any kebab this is the bastard king of ALL kebabs, it’s a frickin’ BEAST! So, what’s it called then?

This bad boy is known as: The Daddy Munch on Naan Kebab

What’s inside: Donner meat, char grilled chicken, 2 x seekh kebabs & diced lamb served on a tikka naan with salad & chilli sauce!

So, what’s the big deal?

This thing is a monster, I didn’t weigh it but you really do not expect the sheer weight of the thing. It really takes you by surprise when the delivery driver hands it over, you know that feeling where you’re handed something and you misjudge just how heavy it is? Well, it was one of those moment. It was like being passed over a new born baby.

The naan is huge and then you have the meat (now those of you that know me are well aware that I am a self-proclaimed meat activist. I encourage the consumption of meat and think those that do not eat meat should not be allowed any sort of meat substitute, there should be no fake sausages, chicken or bacon. They are ours, you don’t eat meat you leave it alone… I don’t eat fake vegetables now do I? I eat all vegetables And MEAT), man the meat, there’s loads of it! Loads of donner meat, stacks of chicken. You can see why this thing is so heavy and then with the huge salad on top of that and the lashings of chili sauce. I’m not kidding you this is a thing of beauty, but looks aren’t everything.

Taste: Everything here tastes great! The donner meat isn’t too greasy, the chicken has that charred edge to it and the lamb is tender and not at all fatty (which I expected it to be). The seekh kebabs melt in your mouth and the naan is a triumph A TRIUMPH I SAY! All that for £8.00. Frickin’ bargain, especially if you’ve just come back from a good old traditional British night of binge drinking. I do have to say though I struggled with this, I’m not sure if it was lunch that got in the way or something else but I am determined to finish it the next time this bad boy lands on my platter.

I’ve been told these guys do another meaty morsel called: The Tiger Kebab on Naan, it’s chicken tikka, BBQ chicken, donner meat, seekh & beef on a plain naan. It’s been recommended by the same friend who put me on the trail of the Daddy Munch so I know my sauce is good (yeah, I misspelt source on purpose, gotta have a food pun). It’s a dilemma though, I would quite like to try The Tiger but then I wouldn’t be eating the Daddy Munch.

What’s a man to do?

Close Your Pie Lids

The Five Bells, 101 High Street, Henlow, Beds, SG16 6AE 01462 811125
 

Another Sunday but this time there is a hint of freedom in the air. Baby Belly is taking a bottle these days and this allows for periods of absence. Not that we don’t love her of course but as any parent will know, sometimes you just need a little breather, oh and I also don’t mean we throw few bottles in her cot and go out for the day either. She is very much under the supervision of an adult. Yes, Today Baby Belly gets to spend some time with Grandma & Granddad while we GET TO GO TO THE PUB!

Ok, it’s A pub and we’re not there to “booze out” just have a meal with some friends. The Five Bells is located in Henlow, a nice setting between Baldock & Bedford (a little past Hitchin and to the left). We arrive and head inside where some of our friends are waiting, we’re still waiting for a couple more, in total (including children… but not ours HA!) there will be 12 of us. So that’s a [pretty good taking right there for any pub or restaurant.

About 10mins after our official booking time we’re still waiting for the last of our friends to arrive, the (I think manager) comes over and starts getting a little huffy:

“Is everyone here then?”
“Not yet no”
“Well, I’ve got this tabled booked out at 3pm”

What I would have liked to have said was: “Oh, well in that case all 12 of us will just piss off and spend our money somewhere else then”

What was actually said was: “Oh, they’re just pulling up now”

This seemed to appease the sweaty pub beast and he grumbled off to, I presume get shirty with someone else (throughout our visit I saw him a few times waddling at speed around the pub getting grumpy with various members of staff).

So grumpy pub beast aside let’s get down to the eats.

I’m a greedy git so I did have a starter. My friend and I both wanted the haggis starter but they only had one left so he ordered that and I ordered the Japanese prawns which we shared. I’ve never had haggis before and was informed it was a bit like a spicy white pudding which sounded great to me. What we got though was more like deep fried stuffing balls, it tasted fine but it wasn’t at all what I was expecting to come. The Japanese prawns were pretty darn good too and came with a sweet chilli sauce, both came with fresh side salads. Portions were reasonable, not too big nor too small.

For mains most people went for the roast but the special board caught my eye with beef & Guinness pie. I love beef, I love Guinness and let’s be fair who in their right mind doesn’t love a pie? Who? Well, I do at least but what came, to me anyway wasn’t what I would call a pie.

A pie to me is filling wrapped head to toe in pastry, cooked in some kind of pie dish (yes obvious). Now what came can (and is) technically “a pie”, it was filling served in a dish with a pastry lid. To me, that IS NOT a pie, that is stew with a bit of pastry. How can this be possible? You wouldn’t get away with this when it comes to any other type of food. I can’t just spread some jam on a plate, throw a bit of bread on it and call it a sandwich. I can’t serve up a mince beef & tomato dish, pop a tortilla wrap on top and call it a burrito so why should anyone be allowed to call this a pie when clearly IT IS NOT A PIE!

Anyway, beside it not really being a pie it was good. The beef was tender, the sauce was finger licking goo (so sue me KFC) and the pastry LID (not pie casing) was flaky and tasted great.

As far as I am aware there were no complaints about the food, I know some were beaten by the portions but I wouldn’t have said they were too large. These people were obviously not hungry enough in my opinion, they need to sort themselves out and get hungry in future.

If you’re looking for some good food and don’t mind pies not actually being pies then by all means head on down to the Five Bells in Henlow, I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. If you want service with a smile then you might want to take a cut out of a smile with you that you can super glue to the sweaty pub beasts face (I would like to add that the serving staff were in fact very good and efficient and the girls at eth bar were friendly and cautious too).

Just in case you were wondering (and I wouldn’t want you to go away disappointed that I didn’t answer that one burning question you’ve had running around in that brain of yours) we did manage to eat and get out before the 3pm booking had even arrived!

Belly Logical

Pizzeria Chirico, 26-28 Mabel Road, Bedford, MK42 9JD, 01234 270214
Open: Wed – Sun 17:00 – 23:00

A week night... A night when really I shouldn't be thinking about pizza. Today
Is supposed to be one of my “diet days” but the coffee flowed today and then there was cake!
Well, since there's already been cake then I don’t suppose pizza is going to hurt any more than the cake has...

In fact I'm now ...convinced it will actually compliment the cake eating from earlier today.
And so, it may be done!

There is another reason to order pizza. Mrs Belly has been set free from the shackles of a dairy free diet! Those lactose free, tasteless, disgusting, cowless (much like most of the country’s current beef supply) chains lay broken and strewn across the floor, RUN! RUN TO THE DAIRY!!!

"Oh sweetheart that’s awesome. I know how much you’ve missed it so if you're allowed dairy then just for you I will sacrifice my diet day and order you in a full on cheese pizza...just for you."

And so, it may be done.

But where to go?

We had a menu come through the other day and it was a place I heard about but never ordered from so I thought we should give it a go. It's run by Italians and was recommended by an Italian friend of mine and in my world Italian recommendation + Italian food place = good eats.

Unfortunately (and I say this with not an ounce of truth in the word "unfortunately") the menu we had only displayed prices & listings for tray pizzas (approx. 30 x 18 inches… oh what a shame). Yes, there is the logical side to the argument which may say “well you could have just asked for the prices over the phone” and to this argument I say “Go **** yourself, I’m hungry!”

-cool as a cucumber

I (as you may well have guessed by now) did not ask how much regular pizzas were over the phone but I did do the next best thing however, and that was order a tray pizza AND a menu that contained the listings and prices for the regular sized pizzas (Belly logic WINS).

And so, it was done! Mwahahahahahahahahahaha.

It didn’t take long for the tray to come and we very quickly dug in. On first taste I wouldn't say there was anything special going on but with each bite the flavours really came alive. The tomato flavours became more and more intense and there was plenty of it too. The pepperoni was good quality and very tasty indeed but a little sparse (but I am a greedy bugger so perhaps there was enough for the average person). Plenty of good quality cheese, crispy base and cooked all the way through (I have had some trays in the past that have been sub-par on all fronts. The base is a Neapolitan style base which is thicker than more traditional pizza bases and the dough was nice and crispy on the bottom which helped. Had it have been any thicker then we may have been entering Andrea’s territory but then again the taste and quality of the dough far exceeds the crap that come out of Bedford’s oldest fast food shop.

All in all it was good quality eats and now we have the regular menu we’ll be trying them out again and I will report back when the deed has been done…. And it will be done!

In the meantime, if you have a family gathering or a bunch of drunk people round your house (I don’t mean this as in a home invasion of pissheads more invited guests that you have allowed in to your home despite their lack of sobriety) then you couldn't go wrong with a tray from Chirico.

Call In The Carvery!

The Tavistock, 117 Tavistock Street, Bedford, Beds, MK40 2SB 01234 219595

 

Ah, Sunday’s. Potential hangovers, long lay in’s, big old fried breakfast and home cooked Sunday lunch, bloody marvellous.

Back to reality: Oh Sunday, no lay in, changing a shitty nappy (I am well aware that food reviews don’t normally start with descriptions of someone elbow deep in little packets full of shit and piss as ...these things can tend to put some off of their food but in the cold light of life it happens), watching Cbeebies at 7:30am, no hangover, no breakfast, no home cooked Sunday roast…. But, there is hope.

TAVISTOCK CARVERY!

We knew it was going to happen of course, the table had been booked some days before. Do you hear that Toby? THE TABLE HAD BEEN BOOKED!!!!!!! We were guaranteed a table without the hassle of struggling to find somewhere to park only to get inside and find that there won’t be a table ready for at least two hours:

“Can we reserve one?”
“No you can’t”
“Then good day to you, I shall spend my money elsewhere… besides your roast is crap anyway so nah!”

Tavistock Street isn’t the prettiest road in the word and has got a pretty seedy reputation (well sex shops and brothels tend to do that for an area) and I’d been across the road in the Tasty Tuck looking over at it but not giving it a 2nd thought due to its location. I thought it was just another alcoholic’s hideaway, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

When you enter the pub you’ll see just how great it looks, very modern all round. It’s not too tightly packed either, yes it was busy but when you sat down you didn’t feel as though you had “guests” at your table.

We were seated reasonably quickly although there did seem to be a bit of a pile up as more and more people came in after us, we weren’t seen to our table immediately although several members of staff did look over to see the mountain of bodies now climbing on top of one another.

Once we were at our table though everything was just perfect. We got Baby Belly in to here high chair and although there were quite few folks in the pub the queue for the carvery wasn’t very long at all. There are other options on et menu but we knew why we were there, our eyes could see the meat glistening under the hot lamp, the roast spuds teasing us from afar, the Yorkshire pudding large and fluffy drawing us in… I gotta go, I gotta get up there!

ZOOM!

We’re in line! There were a few meats on offer, Turkey, Pork, Chicken & Gammon. You can either choose just one or have a little of each, I went for Beef and Gammon. The beef wasn’t daintily sliced either, there were some good bloody chunks being sliced of that bad boy. You’re given a Yorkshire and stuff and then left to your own devices when it comes to spuds & veg etc.

I grabbed myself some roast spuds, mash, red cabbage and carrots. I would like to make special mention of the red cabbage, it was pretty amazing stuff. I’m not sure if they’d done it with balsamic vinegar but it tasted as though it had been. Everything else was really goo too, spuds were crispy out & fluffy in, meat was perfectly cooked and you couldn’t fault the mash or other veg. I’m not a massive fan of gravy but I was informed that it was good also very good.

 If I had to compare this to Toby then Tavistock Carvery wins hands down, in fact I will even go as far to say that compared to the Tavistock Carvery eating a Toby is like sucking shit out of an old boot (I really mean that… although I have never actually sucked shit out of an old boot but you get my point).

We needed some hot water to warm a bottle for Baby Belly, it came almost instantly. Apart from the hiccup at the door the service here was fast and friendly. I don’t think anything was particularly overpriced either, everything seemed pretty reasonable.

I’ll definitely be going back there again and I think I need to take a few friends with me next time and introduce them to it. Seriously, if you’re in Bedford and you want a really good roast then you’re not going to go wrong with The Tavistock Carvery. If possible book ahead first but it is well worth a visit.