Let’s talk about the drinks. They have a cocktail list that uses garden herbs and flowers. I sipped a “Lavender Fizz” that tasted like a field in France had a party in a glass. The bartender told me they infused the gin with rosemary they grew that morning. That’s not mixology; that’s wizardry.
They also do a “Garden G&T” that comes with a sprig of thyme so fresh, it might still be angry at being picked. One sip, and you’ll forget your own name. Two sips, and you’ll be trying to friend-request the basil plant on Facebook.
Fun fact: the non-alcoholic “Elderflower & Mint Spritzer” is so refreshing, it’s been known to cure temporary amnesia. (Not proven. But I’d test it.)
Final Boss: The Experience
Back To The Garden isn’t just a place to eat—it’s a scene. You’ll see toddlers discovering that strawberries come from plants, not plastic punnets. You’ll spot couples on first dates trying to impress each other with their knowledge of kale varieties. It’s all very wholesome, like a Norman Rockwell painting that hired a Michelin-star consultant.
The staff are so friendly, they make you feel like you’ve been coming here for thirty years, even if it’s your first time. One employee once hand-picked a raspberry from the garden for my son, who then proceeded to drop it on the floor. The employee handed him another one without flinching. That’s service. That’s love.
So go. Eat a scone the size of your face. Drink a cocktail that tastes like a botanical garden had a fever dream. And for the love of all that is delicious, buy that award-winning chutney. Your cheese board will thank you. And so will the bees.
