Toby Carvery South Croydon

Unforgettable Service Fuels Carvery Delight

With walls echoing what seems to be Dickensian tales of feasts and fumbles, the South Croydon branch of Toby Carvery presented itself as a paradox wrapped in delectable intentions. Entering the establishment alongside waves of patrons, I was greeted by a whiff reminiscent of homemaker Sundays—the scents of slow-roasted beef mingling with soft-spoken Yorkshire puddings. As famed for its suffusing indulgence as it is intermittently marred by foggy service, my entry into this realm felt both thrilling and trepidatious. Josh, a waiter donning notably charming hair, steered our gustatory adventure, wielding humor that rolled across our experience like a well-buttered biscuit, uplifted the night despite the looming wait times.

The Sunday carvery serenaded traditionalists' dreams, with fresh joints being endlessly brought out. However, when the clock struck busy, chaos seemed only deterred by effective multitasking by a gallant Carrie Anne or the charming banter awash between trays ferried by Scarlett. While the meat boasted soulful robustness, vegetables sometimes swam adrift in teenaged pools of oil, longing for an audial crisp rather than opacity. And yet, how easy it was to forgive when faces lit up over sara oasis sugary desserts valorously carried by lovely Anna, like toe-tapping vibrato at close of evening. Just remember—across the seasoned love letters written to flamboyant Toby and back, there is a call for consistency at its heart, like refrains seeking robust resonance. — Clarissa Cuisinier