I've been to this pub and eaten here right at the beginning of it's life since it was transformed from the rough n ready place it used to be.
Without a shadow of doubt it deserved all the credit it's received for great food, service and cheer. But, unfortunately, as so often happens, this gastropub has steadily let itself down, to the point where now it's a complete rip off. You can still feel the warmth as you enter the pub, yet nowadays that's where it ends, at the doorstep.
The service goes through some of the motions but on a Sunday you don't expect the staff to be as sleepy, careless and lazy as the rest of London. Don't expect your full order to return to your table. When it arrives expect the opposite of the above review. There's no heaving plate here anymore. Just the minimum offering. Since when did your any decent sunday roast cook slap one and a half burnt potatoes on your half full/half empty (you chose) plate? A dribble of gravy and sweaty cabbage is just enough to take a look for the waitresses. Any around? No. When there's one in site, a reluctant nod is what you'll receive to let you know they might be over at some point. This is when the dining area itself is half full/half empty (you chose).
The pudding was ok but who eats ice cream ice cream with a fork? I'd of liked to ask the waitresses, but i guess they had done their bit at that stage.
£32 pounds later. Time to leave.
ps. If you care to leave a tip, don't expect a thank you.
Good luck Morgan Arms, we'll see what you turn into in a few years, as in this day and age, you simply don't stand a chance when people expect something back for their money.