Open Mon–Sat 11am–11pm; Sun midday–10.30pm
The Bull is Westfield’s token pub, sitting among the long strip of restaurants that runs alongside the complex. Unsurprisingly for a purpose-built area, it has rather a contrived feel; a bit like a pub in an airport; convenient but not somewhere that you’d actually choose to spend much time. The decor is a mix of a Wild West saloon and hotel lounge; then someone decided that they needed a theme, chose The Bull and covered the place in anything to do with bulls; pictures, photographs, skulls, cow hide foot stools.
The place was busy on our Thursday night visit. It definitely had an after-work drinks feel to it, or perhaps somewhere to down a post-shopping pint. Or maybe Shez Bu is low on pubs where you won’t get told to down your pint by an Australian.
Pubs should always stick to serving traditional pub grub but of a high quality. The Bull is verging on this but has unfortunately tried to make their menu a bit more upmarket. Our shared starter, a fishmonger board (£15) ranged from delicious king prawns to grey fish fingers via rubbery squid. My ham hock hash, fried duck egg (an unnecessary pretension for a pub) and HP sauce (£8.95) wasn’t bad although the sauce was rather rich and cloying. My friend’s rump of lamb, artichoke, peas and marjoram (£14.50) was well cooked and a good size although what were billed as artichokes were actually Jerusalem artichokes, a different breed of vegetable altogether. We had to order hand-cut chips (£3) (what is wrong with machine cut?) and wilted spinach (£3) as sides which pushed the price up to beyond what I thought it was worth. The chocolate brownie (£5) was absolutely superb, a really decadent, squidgy treat. The lemon posset (£5) was slightly too creamy for me. Overall, not bad if you got stuck there but by no means a good-food destination.
There is a good wine list but nothing over £25 a bottle, otherwise the usual pub beers and a cider on tap that isn’t Strongbow, which is always nice.