My extreme dislike of Wetherspoons pubs does not mean that I am able to avoid them altogether, seeing as every man and his dog thinks the 'Spoons is a good place to meet, booze, eat and generally make merry. Why?! I have to go to these kinds of places occasionally; it is rarely an enjoyable experience and this place is no exception. \n\nThis chain clone has everything you'd expect from a Wetherspoons; tables full of sauce packets, cheap booze on tap, puggies in the corner and no music (thankfully) so you can actually have some kind of conversation without screaming down each others ear holes (the only bonus). \n\nOn my visit to the Graham Bell (Alexander would turn in his grave!) it was steak night. A bargainous \u00a37.50 odd for an eight oz steak, sides and a beer. I figured this was probably the safest bet and opted for the sirloin with jacket potato, peas, mushrooms and tomato. My mates ordered separately from me but also went the steak route. \n\nOf course, because we ordered 30 seconds apart from each other, my meal was served half an hour earlier than theirs. I was finished before the rest of the grub arrived. When the rest of the food did make an appearance the orders were wrong, ranging from steak preferences to incorrect additional orders. \n\nThe meal was not very good. Though, for less than \u00a38 I didn't expect much. Lots of gristle, dry jacket potato and cold peas. \n\nService was very poor. The extremely rude girl on the counter was in the worst mood known to mankind (don't work there if you don't like busy places - it's a Wetherspoons!). She refused to split change and pulled the wrong drinks. I couldn't hear a word she was saying because she was talking a script at a million miles an hour; when I asked her to repeat her spiel I was treated to an eye-roll. Classic. \n\nAt least there is cheap beer, cleanish loos and no music. Contrary to my moan, I am not a full-time grump; I just hate crappy places like this. I know I will need to keep frequenting 'Spoons occasionally and would really like a good experience. If only to show me that all Wetherspoons are not miniature pockets of hell on earth.