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Anthony Amuzu-Nyadzro Deliciously stonebaked pizza. Served within a reasonable time on a busy summers day.

Jay V smith Went in for a quick one before home and there was a gentleman being rude to staff not sure why. They guy was really rude to the staff as I ordered a pint and he said something to the staff and continued talking over them. Not sure what his issue was as hadnt even been in the venue. Maybe just using the loo as waited for a bus. Dont like when people talk to staff that way. Sadly. The staff was great Massy I think she said. Really kool and collected considering the abuse. Will be back always.

Mike Ortegon First time here, recommend by a friend. Had a business lunch - great atmosphere and welcoming staff. The place was buzzing. The menu had great selections, the pizzas were a popular choice. I had Cesar salad and my colleagues had truffle pasta and no shortage of truffles. I would recommend and can’t wait to go back

Lee Bowler This is a beautiful old pub that serves excellent beers and the best pizza you will find anywhere around here (Pats Pizza). The bar staff are very much on the ball, welcoming, knowledgeable, kind and funny. I’ve now made this my local as a newbe to Lewes. The front bar is small and cosy AF but there is loads of space at the back bar and in the fire place room. They also have an upstairs and a great terrace at the back for times of good weather. This is a must spot if you are coming to Lewes.

Deus_Code Where do we even start? It is the most important landmark in central London. It calls to me like a sirens song across Victoria. I hand over £5 for the Mr tandoor box and it feels like I’ve committed a robbery. The chicken? Consistently perfect, soft and tender like a mother’s kiss. The peri salted fries? They should be regulated as a class A substance. They’re ‘basic’ in the same way the sun is ‘basic’: essential for life and glowing with power. But when combined with their signature sauces, it transcends simply ‘chicken and chips’ and becomes a spiritual awakening of your third culinary eye. I tell you now: if I am ever on death row, do not bring me a steak. Do not bring me a lobster. Go to Victoria, find bossman, and bring me the Tandoor box. I will go out with a smile and peri-salt on my lips. While the politicians argue down the road at Westminster, bossman simply serves the people. Long live the Mr Tandoor box, a king’s feast for a pauper’s coin.