Situated at the Bermondsey Hotel, the facade of the restaurant were all decked out with what looked like garden furniture draped with gingham tablecloths. It's rather quaint but not the most inviting introduction to the restaurant.
The interior was simple and decidedly retro, hark back to the 70s which was what the owner himself was trying to recreate. The usage of pastel colours and dashes of canary yellow dotted around further contributed to this nolstagic ambiance. In a corner, there was a display of stacked tinned spam, OXO cubes, Marmite and other processed food of the yesteryear.
These were all very well, if only it has been brought up to date with a little bit more thought. By literally transporting the entire era into a venue, it all looked very tired and bland.
José, this was a disappointment.
Once I got passed the pile of creamy mess, the chocolate ice cream was good, but the fruit cocktails of melon and mango were brittle and tasteless, obviously weren't ripen and at it's best. Even the trembling jelly had no taste. The coffee were ordinary and far too milky for my liking.
If you are a huge fan of all things 70s, maybe you will enjoy the venue better that I did. Let me know. Unfortunately, this just isn't for me.
Gregg's Table (at Bermondsey Square Hotel)