Who is in charge here? When it first opened we had hope, but the lazy host Michael wanders around aimlessly. The piano player is so horrible and the singing is a joke.(Way too loud of a joke)
Frank Palmer ( the chef) is no longer there and the food is putrid.
Poor old Bing would roll over in his grave if he saw the shameful shrine they have created for him with all the cornball clutter and golf shirts in the window here.
Close thise big dank curtains for good!