In the words of ‘Bill’ himself: “Breakfast to bedtime” is the perfect time of the day to head out for generous portions of classic, well cooked, and perfectly styled comfort food..
Joanna and I can confirm this:
We had actually gone to Bill’s specifically to try the fish and chips that our friends of friends had spoken about (that was my ulterior motive, anyway), but the fish pie, avocado salad and about a dozen other things off of the menu succeeded in tempting us big time…
However, it eventually ended up being the burgers, a gorgeous batch of seasoned sweet potato fries with guacamole and/or halloumi that won us over. Guac wins.
The menu is huge! There are so many different kinds of dishes. And, we all know that if you’re in a proper fish mood, then the starter of crispy battered squid probably won’t do, and it definitely isn’t going to be the right time to try the 10oz rib-eye steak. Or, if you’re craving chips…then you simply can’t go for the mac and cheese – because pasta when you’re in a chips mood is a no-no unless you have them together. And, then, you have to choose between the skinny, regular, or sweet potato fries. Gah. And lastly, it is quite unacceptable to order a green salad in the same restaurant that sells a range of burgers, beer battered cod and ribs. This is a non negotiable rule of mine: It cannot be done. Ever.
Indecisiveness kind of plagues this place…but I guess that’s the inevitable curse of variety, good food, and the enthusiastic 2 foodies with the DSLR and candles on the table X…
BUT HEY: apparently Joanna has a remedy for indecision. My oh-so amazing best friend has kindly begun to “restaurant train” me. It’s her new routine of not letting me speak/get up from the table or go to the loo unless i’ve decided on something to order, and she convinced enough that there’s zero chance of me swaying from my choice until we see our waiter again. Only the truest of friends could handle indecisiveness so gently… (I promise that we aren’t as ‘special’ as we sound…)
BREAD AND OLIVE OIL FOR STARTERS:
– And how does one even begin to describe the fabulousness of Bills’ grunge-like, workshop-style decor?!
Once our meal arrived one of the waiters hilariously managed to drop a bowl of fries as he neared the table. We weren’t at all mad! But we got to keep the ones that survived, and enjoyed the second pile of ‘on the house’ make-up fries that swiftly followed. Win.
Joanna was Mrs. Halloumi that evening:
I actually had to ask her what halloumi even was (a genuine Q by an out-of the-loop foodie). Her response was this:
“It’s cheese. But it’s weird…because, when you bite into it, you can kind of hear it…squeak”.
…I just left her to it.
Later, the dessert menu seemed to require more commitment than we were ready for…Pecan pie…blueberry cheesecake…Eton Mess…yeah, you get the picture. #DecisionSOS.
If anything, Bills prove that your otherwise firmly “favourite” dishes can be impossible to pick between.
…And Bill’s also reminds you just how great Christmas can lights look on a summers evening:
We went out to think about dessert and ended up buying frozen yogurt topped with mountains of mini white and pink marshmallows and fudge brownie bites from somwehere 40 minutes away instead. Thank you Westfield for my first Snog <3 (Although I am still pretty mad at you for housing a broken peanut butter machine, and won’t be forgetting this giant let-down any time soon </3).
BILL’s: we will be back very soon for your pecan pie, blueberry buttermilk pancakes AND your afternoon tea (and your beer battered cod) – and we cannot wait!