Amazing place! Great selection of drinks, delicious and good price. Food is amazing! Delicious! Great place that might get busy at times. Excellent service. Totally recommend this place for a lovely meal with fantastic drinks and a great atmosphere. Not loud so you can have a nice conversation with colleagues or friends. Totally recommend the dessert apple cinnamon hush puppies! Heavenly!!!

Busy little spot. Nice interior with friendly staff but to get acknowledged and have our order taken was a tad too long. But on the flip side food came fast and was quality. The fish was fresh light and delicious

“A Hunger-Driven Hallelujah at The Drift” Picture the scene: it’s cold, it’s raining, and it’s 2pm. You haven’t eaten in six hours, which for a middle-aged man like me is roughly equivalent to scaling Kilimanjaro without oxygen. Your sense of humour packed up and left around 11:30, your stomach is a growling black hole, and you’re one snippy comment away from your wife giving you that look. You know the one. And just as your inner toddler is gearing up to throw a tantrum that could clear a room, there it is: The Drift. A beacon of warmth and salvation in a storm of hangry despair. Inside, it’s everything you need in the moment. It’s warm. There’s music. There’s the promise of alcohol. Most importantly, there’s a kind face at the host stand asking, “Would you like a table for food?” Yes, dear kind stranger, I would. You may have just saved my marriage. Now, The Drift isn’t reinventing the wheel with its design—a sleek, industrial-chic sort of vibe that screams “corporate Christmas drinks.” It’s not small or intimate, but frankly, I’m so hungry I couldn’t care less if it were decked out like a mid-tier airport lounge. I’m laser-focused on calories, not décor. Steak sandwich for me, turkey burger for my wife-slash-caregiver. My mood hangs in the balance as I await the food. And then—miracle of miracles—it arrives quickly. My faith in humanity, and possibly a higher power, is instantly restored. The steak sandwich? A meaty, succulent lifesaver between two toasted lifeboats of bread. My wife’s turkey burger? It’s good. At least, I assume it is, because I’m too busy inhaling my own plate. Forty-five seconds later, I’m done. Now, I have to sit quietly and watch my wife eat while I wait for her to leave a scrap—a fry, maybe a lettuce leaf—so I can pounce. How she puts up with me, I’ll never know. The Drift is not revolutionary. It’s not a culinary wonderland. But it’s warm, welcoming, efficient, and hits the spot when you need it most. For that, it deserves a slow clap. And maybe a thank-you note from my wife.