The Depot

Cozy Gem with Stellar Brunch and Atmosphere

Ah, The Depot—a little rustic gem of a place where the warmth emanates both from the fireplace and the folks within. You wander into this cozy nook in Kidbrooke initially drawn in by the whisper of well-crafted ales and welcoming ambiance, something akin to slipping into an old familiar sweater. The menu, neither overly ambitious nor pedestrian, focuses nostalgically on comforting British classics: the Full English for brunch, resplendent vegan roast dinners, and burgers that embody pure, unapologetic pub indulgence. Some might grumble about occasional speed bumps in service—a wander too long for eggs on toast—but the collective testimony of cheery regulars assures this isn't the rule. Most noteworthy is Hannah, the literal heart of their hospitality, serving dishes with both efficiency and her iconic charm.

As you quaff a cold pint of Gipsy Hill Hepcat and decompress, join the pub quiz, hoping not only for clever wit but perhaps a victory pep talk from the vivacious Demi-the-Manager. Families abound, diners buoyed by festive mischief and unobtrusive dog-friendly policies that enhance, rather than sap, the spirit. The Depot doesn’t promise Michelin stars, but it offers celestial comfort—each plate served with an embrace a touch firmer than any dodgy carrot might allow. It’s a quintessential local with misleadingly unflashy culinary prowess: consistently executed roast dinners that turn vegetarians to believers and carnivores to mimics of reverent congregation during Christmas feasts. Flanked by kind strangers and heavenly croquettes, your night melts away, which, truth be told, isn’t too easy elsewhere these days. If rediscovering simplicity folded into sincerity appeals, do wander to The Depot and have them pour you a glass. — Milo Tastemaker