Local.ingredient in Bath

“Lovely to sit outside here for lunch on a sunny day (in October! ) Service was efficient: you order inside, give your table number & food is brought to you. Between us we enjoyed very good homemade soup (sweet potato & red pepper) & a wrap. Usual range of teas & coffees. Cakes looked great but we didn't indulge. Would definitely go again.”

“Ordered food for 9 people over the Christmas period. Everything was delivered nice and hot and tasted amazing.”

“Not sure what the low ratings are for here but here’s my take: Portions are more than adequate, quality is up there with the competition for the area, price is also competitive, took a few mins as it was rush hour, but for what they’re giving me it was acceptable timing. Will go back for sure”

“Our go to Chinese takeaway in Bath. Always top quality food and delivery time for last order was amazing! Ordered and delivered within about 15 mins which must be a new record! Would definitely recommend the food!”

“Amazing place with excellent service! The staff is incredibly friendly and helpful. The location is stunning, offering magnificent views over the bridge. The food was served quickly and tasted delicious. I ordered eggs Benedict with bacon, added hash browns, and a hot chocolate... everything was absolutely delicious. I highly recommend this place if you're visiting Bath!”

“Cheap filling fast Chinese food. Hit the spot when my daughter and I came into Bath late. I think some of the low stars are a bit unfair given how cheap this place is. It’s cheaper than a fast food chain restaurant.”

“Morrisons Daily: The Eighth Wonder of the Modern World If the Hanging Gardens of Babylon and the Taj Mahal had a love child, and that child grew up, put on a green apron, and decided to sell sandwiches, you would still only approximate the majesty of the Morrisons Daily. The moment the automatic doors whooshed open, I was greeted not by staff, but by a radiant beam of light that I can only assume was divine in origin. The fruit and veg display was arranged with such geometric precision that Euclid himself would have wept. I picked up a banana so perfectly yellow it looked as if it had been Photoshopped by the angels. The staff, meanwhile, are clearly not of this Earth. Each member of the team glided across the floor with balletic grace, somehow scanning groceries, restocking shelves, and offering life advice simultaneously. When I sheepishly asked if they had any more of the chocolate croissants, the assistant didn’t just check the back—he sprinted into the ether, wrestled with the gods, and returned clutching a warm, flaky pastry as if it were the Holy Grail. And let’s talk about the meal deal. £3.50. Sandwich, drink, crisps. I’m not exaggerating when I say it felt like a personal invitation to dine at the table of kings. I selected a chicken salad sandwich so fresh I could hear the cress still photosynthesising. My bottle of Pepsi had condensation so aesthetically pleasing that a Renaissance painter would have quit his career in despair. The crisps? Crunchier than autumn leaves underfoot, and twice as poetic. Checkout was a religious experience. The self-service machine didn’t scold me with its usual “unexpected item in bagging area” nonsense. No. It purred, gently, as if thanking me for existing.”