Ah, Warrington. Picture this: a crisp September night, me skilfully dodging bus lane tickets like a ninja, all the while navigating a labyrinth of narrow streets. Just when I thought I was lost in a real-life maze, I discovered that Cairo Street was cleverly tucked away just off Egypt Street. Who would’ve thought? It felt like finding Tutankhamun’s tomb without the sand in all the wrong places.
After this mini-adventure on my way to Pendergast’s, I was half-expecting to walk into a venue that might be, let’s say, less than inspiring. But lo and behold, Prendergast was stylish, focused on meaty goodness, and, best of all, it wasn’t part of some big, soulless chain.
Focused on a New York City-style bar with draft lagers, soft drinks, and a selection of wines, Pendergast’s knew what it is was doing and why. But what really caught my eye was its commitment to local produce. Like a love letter to Warrington’s finest food, that resonates with me on so many levels.
But let’s talk about my fine, rather large bottom. The seating at Prendergast’s is embarrassingly inviting, so much so that you might forget it’s not your own sofa. I’ve visited places where the chairs are so solid you’d think they were designed by someone who hates comfort. And let’s not overlook the large wooden Highland Cow head I called ‘Toby’ that adds a quirky, arty touch.
When it comes to food, Pendergast’s has its own royal flush. From Sirloin to Tomahawk, my meat cravings were covered. For the vegetarians, there was a celeriac steak – vegan food deserves a moment in the spotlight. And the chips? So Northern, so thick and fluffy – the perfect sidekick to any meaty hero.
But let’s get to the main event: the Tomahawk steak. The culinary equivalent of a standing ovation – thick, juicy, and downright delicious.
So, would I recommend Prendergast’s? In a heartbeat. The tomahawk may be a bit on the pricey side (£75 for two people with two sides) but it’s a culinary experience worth every penny and has to be shared. A heads-up, though: if you find yourself on Suez Street, you’ve gone too far. But then again, a little extra adventure never hurt anyone, right? After all, life is too short for mediocre meals and missed opportunities.