Ok so the Harvester we visited wasn’t new, although it has been renovated quite recently. If you wish to take a look, here goes: https://www.harvester.co.uk/restaurants/southeast/thegeorgeinnmorden
Our visit was on the back of quite a trying evening, the synopsis of which is as follows:
We were visiting a friend’s house, her daughter has hurt both her feet and been off school for two weeks, so we (husbands idea), decided to take our family dog round to visit to cheer her up). I also decided to take one of those cool teen magazines for her, you know the sort that if you are like me you are tempted to keep yourself. Older boy decides he doesn’t want to come, he is stroppy, he came out of the school stroppy and the stroppiness had remained. We decide he can stay home with strict safety instructions. Our friends are very local. As soon as we arrive, he phones his Dad saying he is worried. I should at this point say that he has been left for short periods a few times and has always been confident with this. Husband goes back to collect him, he insists on finishing his game first, this doesn’t go down well. Further problems with our brief visit involve husband not being able to park, both boys behaving badly and dog rolling in fox shit in our friend’s back garden. You get the picture.
Nevertheless, it was younger boys’ birthday the previous day and we want to celebrate. He want to go to the Toby Carvery, it is too far so he reluctantly agrees to go the Harvester and requests to visit The George rather than go to our nearest one. We arrive. the staff are friendly and attentive. The decor is attractive and there is a table near the entrance advertising a special Valentines Day deal. There is a wait, so we are handed a special device that will bleep when our table is ready. Against the back drop of this, older boy is continuing to be difficult, in fact both boys are fighting. I note the irony of the menu claim but still decide to hope for the best.
We get a table earlier than expected and again I am impressed by the friendliness of the waitress, I think she can sense that this is a family outing that isn’t going well and I am glad of her kindness. The menu is extensive and I was particularly impressed by the smaller portion of main courses option on the children’s menu. Only younger boy eats off the children’s menu now, older boy has the appetite of a 6ft5 rugby player. Younger boy goes for ribs, older boy predictably opts for a mixed grill, although he lets it know that he is not impressed by not being allowed the extra-large £20 version. Husband opts fo the Caribbean Chicken, this was a contender for me but the Jerk Ribs trumped it.
First we went to the salad bar. For us this is advantageous cause it is one of the rare occasions when the boys will eat salad and I delight in eating salad that I don’t have to prepare myself (NB I do not prepare salad, unfortunately I am very much more of a pie and pint kind of girl). We were all pleased with the salad and family relations are starting to look slightly better. Our main courses arrived quickly. Again I was impressed by the efficient service, especially when the venue was obviously busy as is usual for a Friday night.
The meals all looked delicious and younger boy finished his dinner which is quite a rare thing. My ribs were truly delicious, I would very much recommend them. The meat can only be described as very much melt in the mouth and the marinade was deliciously sticky. Older boy continued to complain, but I think its fair to say that this was to do with his mood rather than the quality of the food.
We were all full and still distinctly unharmonious, so for this reason we didn’t stay for dessert. Next time though I will definitely be trying the Chocolate & Caramel Pretzel Tart. Now that is something to look forward to.