My wife and I had what was, by some distance, the worst meal out we've ever had. Anywhere. Shame, as Hastings desperately needs some decent restaurants, and we're quite forgiving, but we felt badly ripped off. Alerted by the challenging decor (low-end eighties) we opted for safety with steak and scallops, as they couldn't get that far wrong, could they ? They could, taking "wrong" to places hitherto unknown. Surely there's only one way to cook both of these dishes, and that's the right way. Everything tasted as though hurriedly defrosted, the steak unseasoned, the scallops rubbery, everything piled onto a plate several sizes too small. The Eighties theme continued with a very amateurish salad, which looked and tasted as if from a tin. Worst of all was the total lack of interest from the prickly and combative maitre'd / owner. Maybe everyone leaves most of their meal and she's used to it, but the bill was brought without a word, and it wasn't cheap, but would have been expensive at any price. This is what the English used to call "honest food", although it is of course the exact opposite. I'm a local, and this restaurant is really not what we need.