So let me tell you my story .

So let me tell you my story .
On day 1 of our 6 day stay in Wendlebury, after over 14 hours of traveling with a 2 & 4 year old I walk down to the (Pretty awesome looking) Lion at Wendlebury to see if they did take out. I knew there was a good chance they didn't but thought it was worth a shot given how good the menu looked. So, I walked to the bar in the all BUT empty restaurant, ordered a beer and inquired about whether they did take out. I was quickly and aggressively told by a weasely little twerp that " We Don't Do That Here!! OK, I thought and drank my beer, went back to our cottage and ordered kebabs. Didn't think much more about until day 4 of our otherwise great visit. We had a late lunch after a day of exploring Blenheim Palace/Woodstock, so we didn't get hungry again until around 7 or so .We were just going to snack on some things we had at our cottage but decided the four of us would walk up to The Lion for some starters instead. Upon arrival at about 7:30 we went and seated ourselves, just as I had witnessed a couple do during my prior visit. The restaurant was only slightly busier than last time, at about 1/4-1/3 capacity at best .Having our two small children in tow, we find a table in the back of the restaurant in a seemingly out of the way area. After getting set down (and no one showing up to take our drink order) I walk to the bar to order drinks/get menus. A nice waitress starts taking the drink order but is interrupted midway through by little Mr .Weasel from day one . He all but slams some menus down on the bar in front of me and says, " You better order quick because we have a bunch of people coming at 8 and the kitchen is going to get VERY busy, your food might take a VERY long time. " I said ok, and he began to walk away, but then started berating the female bartender because she had poured a lemonade from the tap which was apparently "bad" . Then she couldn't find the bottled version he pointed her to, so he said to her, in the most pompous manner, and I quote, "what's wrong mate, it's right in front of you, I mean, I know you're a blond, but COME ON!" I felt terrible for her as the embarrassment was obvious in her face....Finally got drinks, walked back to our table only to discover that the spineless little weasel had already spoken down to my wife in front of our two small children. Needless to say we ate nothing, and will tell every person we possibly can to stay AWAY!! We have never been treated so poorly, much less at such a mediocre place as this. Bottom line, order in, cook, or drive to a real restaurant who have REAL men working there! P.S. Good luck to the owners with this guy running things .