Itchy has decided that Bill's is like going to your slightly hippy Uncle's house for dinner (provided that your slightly hippy Uncle is also a really, really good cook)
The atmosphere in the old bus depot was surprisingly homely, considering the size of the building. Candles flickered on each wooden table, accompanied by fresh flowers in teapots. At first we worried that the tables might be slightly too close together, but it seems that someone who is really good at spatial awareness (maybe even has a degree in it) has placed the chairs in prime position to avoid any awkward conversation overhearing.
We arrived starving and went stuffed, meaning that Bill's did it's job, and with style. Despite feeling full to the brim, this didn't stop Itchy from wanting to return for breakfast tomorrow, which we hear is every bit as impressive as dinner (if not better).