Visited the Griffins for a number of weeks ago together with my dad. We had booked a table, and when we came into the restaurant, we walked directly up to the maitre d ' to be placed-but she saw us not at all but instead converse and laugh along with a colleague we stood a metre in front of her. In the end, I got to wave to and try to drown them because we would get help. With that kind of crummy service, it is difficult to weigh up for the rest of the visit, even though the food was good.
