The Bishop

Riverside Charm Meets Exceptional Service

Ah, The Bishop in Kingston, an establishment that stands proudly along the River Thames, whispering promises of riverside tranquility amidst brisk bites and conversational eddies. Its picturesque views of gently passing boats tempt you to drop anchor for a well-poured drink or perhaps indulge in a decadent sticky toffee pudding that is celebrated among connoisseurs as fondly as the fairest Primrose Hill picnic. I arrived anticipating all the trimmings of British afternoon relaxation under a sunlit canopy, only to be greeted by the continuous symphony of affable staff – Bianca, Isla, Sophie – names now engraved into the hall of fame for hospitality beyond their years. Yet, they manage a balancing act akin to dancing between tables, threading warmth and wit even in the fluster of service beneath softly twinkling terrace lights.

Upon arrival, as I settled into a spot with averagely-priced suds clasped firmly within my palm, the hum of laughter was ably matched by the golden crispness of fish desperately vying with the windswept beauty on the opposite bank. Yes, there is an irony here—a menu as promising as the oars keeping this houseboat afloat, revealing culinary tempests capable of churn: grilled pork chops rather resembling leatherwork and salads, served more in jest than hunger, far missing the mark for aspirations and price tag. Still, these moments prevent ruin by escapades of ambiance and service; resolute warriors rescue each scene fraught with shadows of cold bread pudding or victorious whispers of immaculately tended Yorkshire puds. So stay outdoors if dining here in warmer months; inside dark and dingy missives can deter the ticked disbelief that befell the poor souls before me. But I resolved to forgive minor missteps, akin to repelling waves licking at determined fisherman boots, and thanks to the committed efforts of a lively team, readily awaited the dishes' encore. — Penelope Savory