The mezzanine level at The Abbeville is a lovely spot for a group booking for a casual lunch or, in in the case of my recent visit, a not so casual, stomach-lining, champagne-swigging, hen-day launch. I should say upfront that it was just over a week ago, I drank a lot of bubbles at the time and have drunk a lot of bubbles since, so you might want to take my thoughts with a pinch of salt. A pinch of salt though was exactly what my starter, some pork belly roll things which I can't find on the online menu to give you a more accurate description, needed. The meat itself was tender but lacked the salty ooooomph of a Bodean's or Big Easy pulled pork mouthful and whilst the kitchen might be aiming for something more elegant that shouldn't mean giving up the seasoning altogether. I followed with a chicken ballotine, again something I can't find on the online menu to describe better, so thumbs up to the extensive and ever-changing specials menu on which my meal must have appeared. I remember the meat being a bit wetly mushroomy on the inside with a slightly dry parma type coating on the outside. It is entirely possible however that my tastebuds had been sacrificed on the altar to Bacchus though so don't take my word for it. I fear I am picking holes in what was otherwise a very enjoyable meal and I should say I ate the lot and so did everyone else who sampled everything from elegant grilled fish to but-gusting burgers, but the dish which got the most food envy was an amazing looking pie of the day, for which, unsurprisingly, I cannot find any better online description. Service was exactly what you'd expect from a good neighbourhood gastro-pub handling 15 over-excited ladies. We went on to a recording studio 5 mins away, something which thanks to immortalisation in CD format, I will never be able to forget.