Rocky’s

After saving up 15 stamps on 2 loyalty cards from visits to the Sunday carvery, I visited Rockies late one evening to use them, and a waiter which I have just discovered is called Menos, looked at me like dirt and said where did you get this from, I have never seen you in here before? He made me feel really bad, and it was as if I had stolen the cards. The other waiter said just ignore him, but I still felt bad for using the card. Tonight I visited Rockies again and Menos the waiter pulled another waiter to one side and talked about me. The other waiter came over and said are you going to use a loyalty card again? I can’t believe how they treat loyal customers in here. I ate my meal, and if I can help it, will never eat in Rockies again, as it’s disgusting the way they treat you and make you feel. One waiter can spoil the whole place, what a shame.

This place is friendly, well situated just off the Barbican,
Service is Ok, not particularly quick,
The prices aren’t over the top, but they aren’t that cheap either,
The food is ok, burgers can be cooked how you want them,
one thing they do offer which appealed to my wife is a mushroom and swiss cheese burger (a bit like the mushroom double swiss which BK used to do),
she enjoyed it,
I found it a bit greasy, but the overall experience wasn’t as bad as some make out and to be honest I quite enjoyed it.

Avoid like the plague. Food and service dire.

Comparatively new venture by the family who run Platters round the corner. Somebody told them there was a gap for a beef/​burger place on the barbican. they redirected all their attention on setting up this place to the considerable disadvantage of the other place. Rocky’s has sort of taken off. its fairly busy. The burgers etc aren’t bad but if you take the kids or faint hearted adults who don’t get out much, warn them that the burgers are big and uneven and taste of real meat. Rocky’s has a modern décor, big windows which open right back leaving the place wide open to the street which is OK if its hot and quiet and you want air but otherwise look out for the foul mouthed shouting of the mass of drinking lads and the unbearable whine and throaty amplified exhausts of every passing boy racer.