Ferm

So in place of the numerous failed projects at this location, in steps The Ferm. Principally a place for breakfast (Pizzas are reheated and served later) the menu has a good selection from full English to healthy options. Your encouraged to build a breakfast around set constituents, eggs in most cases and all looks fairly rosy as you order, sit back to enjoy the views on the little jetty and wait for your breakfast.. . And wait you will. Service is, well Manuellian (think Fawlty towers & Orwells 1984 and you get the picture) a charming and sweet Italian struggles to handle even the simplest of orders and plates arrive cold, late, or not at all. At this point it dawns on you why they offer DIY toast, because Manuel, would burn it. When my full English did arrive (on my last visit after 40 minutes I left without being fed!) the beans had this congealed appearance as if they had sat under a hot lamp, the bacon was cooked on one side untouched the other, the egg, well if you like white wibbily bits, go ahead and the sausage had been presumably George Forman (d) into a crusty tasteless oblong.
So there you have it folks, it’s location cannot be faulted, the service is terrible, (but they are trying, which is why they get one star) and the food is well short of what you’d get at any roadside transport cafeteria. It’s not a question of if but simply when this place goes under and all I hope is that the burgeoning area is then given a restaurant to match its status.