Not to be confused with The Flask on the east side of the park this lovely pub is up in the dizzying heights of Hampstead right in the busy centre but just, tucked a way down an old alley way, with trinkets for sale.
Aesthetically perfect inside. The pub is in little sections. Front pub, back pub, a dining room which really epitomises the meaning of pub, public house. There is even another entrance to use for the other side of the pub.
I ordered me egg, I was told it would take 10 minutes as it’s cooked to order, that is in no way a special or standout thing, but standard. Maybe they think otherwise.
Well, if it was cooked for just 10 minutes, that must be on Spanish time because this thing was very suitable for the pregnant, cooked to buggery.
This is the first egg to get no marks at all. I won’t go to much in to it as there’s no point.
A truly rubbish egg. How could any chef, with an ounce of pride let that leave his kitchen? Get some passion back and don’t just treat it as something you can just throw out the kitchen.
Awful. 
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