If you're in the mood for a beautiful and affordable lunch basking in the sunshine of a spacious stone courtyard, then head to the Greenwood Hotel and experience the place completely void of its reputation. I don't know about you, but in my circles the Greenwood Hotel is know for being a little pre-pubescent. I knew the place as 'Teenwood'. Eighteen year olds loose, loud and laughable. Thursday nights were the time of choice. Goon our weapon, the bouncer our war. Unfortunately, we've all been there. Fortunately, most of us make it through with a few brain-cells to spare.
It's been a long time since I've braved old 'Teenwood' on a Thursday night. I don't think that will change. But I love it for lunch. The Chicken Pesto Pasta is delicious, the Kebabs hold their own and you're pub standards like Steak and Schnitzel pass the test. It's not divine, but hey, it's a measly 10 bucks for a nice meal, a nice place and if you're lucky enough to have a friend or two, a nice conversation. Last and perhaps most lucrative, the kids are still at school.
It really depends on what you're looking for. I'm always on the scout for places that survive on their own. If you remove the good service, said goodbye to the nice food and farewelled the reasonable prices, would you still want to be there? Does the building, the courtyard, the view, does it all make you feel good? If it does, then the food shouldn't matter. Heck, even should your company. Greenwood in the Sunshine of a Spring afternoon does a spectacular job of shadowing 'Teenwood' from my adolescent memory. In fact, it forges a new one. One I can actually remember. I'm willing to bet it would do the same for you.