The Bristol sandwich is like a guy who looks small at first but is hugely jacked & will beat you to death with a chair-leg if given the chance. This is NOT your mum's ham sarnie. Resistance is futile.
Get the horse tartare. No really. They chop it up and prepare it right in front of you.
I don't remember what they call it but get the burger with a cheese-filled patty. Magic. Skip the fries, they ain't great.
