Noticed they have a new head chef at the Bonaparte so popped in for dinner the other day, what an improvement taste and portion size. The whole place seemed alot happier and had a real buzz going on can only recommend.

Starter of cheese croquettes very good but stand out dish was lamb sweetbreads with bacon delicious was the all round agreement. Mains of lamb and smoked haddock very generous on the portion side and again delicious massive approval to the usage of Welsh rarebit with the haddock just like my gran used to make.
After these mains there was no room for pudding which was a shame but with a couple of pints of Proper Job and a bottle of Malbec inside we moved on very content.
Will definitely be back for pudding.

Sunday lunch - starter of antipasti board was very pleasant. Main - roast beef. The beef was chewy and not medium rare as I asked. Only two roast potatoes, each the size of a golf ball. The veg was good, although a touch bland as was the yorkshire pudding. I couldn't eat the meat as it was too chewy. When I mentioned this as our plates were collected (I sandwiched in a compliment over their homemade horseradish sauce) I was told, 'well you have eaten it', to which I pointed out over half the meat was left. I was then told, 'you're friends have eaten it', to which my friend commented that it wasn't inedible, just rather unpleasant. In fairness I was offered a free dessert but after the argumentative response the mood was soured and it was time to move on......

Went there 2 weeks ago on a Friday night. We had a table of 5 people in the restaurant area. I was really impressed with the quality of food and service on such a busy night, everything was perfectly alright, we didn't have to wait for our food for too long and the waitress was very friendly and professional. Good portions of food, worth the price. The bar area was really busy but it didn't affect chilled atmosphere in the restaurant. I can honestly reccomend a dinner there, one of few pubs in the area I really like.

Went for dinner here a couple weeks ago and it was really good. It's got a nice restaurant area and a chilled atmosphere in the pub, and I thought the food was tasty and good value, too. Would definitely return.

I love the Prince Bonaparte. It's very quickly become my favorite hangout since becoming a West Londoner recently, leaving behind the warehouse parties and skinny jean wearing folk of Shoreditch in favour of the leafy village-y feel of Chepstow Road. I keep finding myself back there to sample some of the ever changing, inventive menu options (most recently some lovely squid followed by a really tasty, summery Crab dish) or drink (perhaps too much on occasion) from their great wine list or the exciting premium ales which change every week. (ginger Tosser - fantastic!)the staff are always smiley and friendly, the place is very homey, warm and welcoming, the chefs clearly know what they are doing. In short I have only one word to describe this great gastropub: awesome.

Service is appalling! Last week I booked a table for 16 people for dinner on Saturday night. Over the phone I was given the option for us to be seated in the restaurant or the bar. Having been to the Prince Bonaparte before and seen diners seated at large tables in the front bar before I opted for the bar area. Saturday night came around and we arrived at 7pm to be shown to five tiny round tables (for 16 people??) that had been pushed together along a wall and told we could order at the bar. Given this was a special occasion, I spoke to the restaurant manager who simply said all the other tables were fully booked and we would have to deal with it. An hour later after we had all lined up at the bar to order our food and 10 of us could be seated around the tiny tables, I noticed that 6 of our party were forced to stand as there was no room. Then although it would have been nice to have eaten together the food arrived in dribs and drabs over the space of 2 hours. After observing this I asked the restaurant manager if this booking was for 16 people? She said it was and then when I asked where the 6 people who were standing were meant to sit she exploded and told me I was being totally unreasonable! Suffice to say that all 16 of us were extremely shocked and disappointed with the service of this place and will not be returning or recommending it to anyone!

Where to begin? Appalling, shameful, unhygienic are but a few words that come to mind to describe our dining experience at the Prince Bonaparte a couple of weeks ago.
Although the front part of the pub remains a great watering hole patronized by 20 something locals and has a great pub-meets bar feel, as for the “gastro” part, it is closer to gastroenteritis than gastronomy.
I had friends in from Paris who will go home and continue spreading the legend that English food is appallingly bad – and in this case they are right.

Food: We had a plate of roughly cut charcuterie which was OK but everything that followed, without exception was a disgrace. The rib-eye was possibly the worst cut of beef I have seen since I went camping in Mongolia. “Medium rare” was cooked to a crisp. I ordered a piece of lamb that came basically raw and wrapped in more fat than there was meet. Any potatoes we were served, including the chips, had clearly spent more time in a freezer than your average ice-tray. Two orders of swordfish had to be sent back. The only thing of value in the entirely meal was a decent bottle of Australian Shiraz.

Place: The entire dining area smelled of grit because of a the open kitchen and bad ventilation. What’s more, despite the odours of fried foods we could clearly distinguish the stench emanating from the toilets. The dining area is not nearly as nice as the front pub section.

Service: plates basically thrown down on the table, never a smile, almost no time to order, makes Parisian café waiters look like Mother Teresa.

I never – ever – post comments about places. But in this case, I felt it was my duty to warn people to avoid eating here at all costs. Go to the Thai place next door instead.