Being not familiar with Agatha Christie's books, it took us a while to figure out who Miss Marple was.Miss Marple was a cosy little place that seemed to be packed almost all the time.
You can't make reservations by the way, so the best was just to try our luck & we had some that day. There was a table for the 3 of us, but the 2s, 4s and others had to wait for like one hour even though they got there first.
Anyway, it was a typical British heartwarming meal. The hot piping pumpkin soup.
Warm cottage pies with cotton soft mash.
The chicken asparagus fingers just made our day.
We ordered a huge sundae to share but it wasn't much to shout about. We just saw someone having it & thought that it looked good.
and finally Ms Marples famous devonshire scones.
Ehmmm.....it is nice on its own - soft, warm, huge & yummy served with raspberry jam and whipped cream.
I really thought scones were supposed to be the denser kind of soft like the ones we had at Fortnum & Mason. But these ones were really cakey, a bit too cakey for our liking. For some reason they used whipped dairy cream instead of clotted ones. So if we were to compare London's scones, those were heaven and these were just plain earth.