The Watersedge

Perfect Canal-Side Escape with Delicious Cuisine

Nestled conveniently, or shall we say, paradoxically isolated by the Grand Union canal, lies a spirited little gem of a restaurant that has confounded the expectations of even the most jaded of vagabond critics. This charming establishment does its darndest with fairy lights strewn liberally against romantic rustic interiors, welcoming everyone from weary travelers to eager wedding guests whose enthusiasm competes valiantly with that of the endearing staff. Ah yes, team congeniality—it’s hard to discern if the entire crew has bottled sunshine for breakfast, but such amiable service makes up for the sporadic logistical lacunae like cash-toting taxis that aren't so deftly advertised until you've chased airport bound dreams.

On the subject of time well spent, Watersedge dished up portions sizeable enough to scandalize mathematical appropriateness while maintaining taste standards that reliably piqued curiosity. Beneath their canopy and out in those cozy domes—provided the promises of twinkling lights don’t go wayward—fortified noshers could bask in hearty meals ranging from generous towers of cod and chips, prefaced with pâté as delicate as conversational small talk sometimes dictated loudly due to spirited musical arrangements. Then there's the occasional kerfuffle over mussels (best forgiven), two polite shoulder shrugs, and an overflowing linen bin. Think of it as characterful quirkiness, which even minor cacophonies couldn't undo from genuinely 'blissful retreat' status, especially when craftsmanship on part of hospitality blooms more robust than a summer in Provence. — Penelope Savory