Bill’s Restaurants started in Lewes where it remains, a large warehouse filled with the stink of bad food and damp tourists. Sadly, it came about a year ago to my Chiswick neighbourhood. One of our locals, a rather cynical food critic, said that Bill’s had a policy of being very good at first. It then, once it had established a clientele, proceeded to hoodwink the punters with lousy value for money and worse service.
And so it has been. I remember having gone to Bill’s with my wife a day after it opened in Chiswick when I had a delicious fish sandwich served by a charming Spanish waitress. Today, that fish sandwich is mostly bread and it contains the cheapest of Asda’s fish fingers. This evening, New Year’s Day, I went with my family. At least half of the items were crossed off the menu, something I excused reluctantly since it was New Year's Day. Better planning would have prevented this or else management should have opted to shut the premises. Badly done.
I asked if the hake with avocado salsa was too spicy and was told it was mild. When it came, it was inedible and it was like biting into a chili. My kind daughter passed me her rump steak, but that turned out to be a leathery and tasteless lump accompanied by soggy fries. Desserts were equally dismal. The star attraction, though, was our waitress whose brain only allowed her to indulge in autonomic functions like breathing and walking.
Bill’s is continuing to disappoint the locals and will soon suffer the fate of all bad restaurants that come to Chiswick. The day it closes its doors cannot come a moment too soon.