The Fox Bar Hill in Cambridge: photos, reviews, menu

About

The Fox in Bar Hill offers a delightful escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life. This charming spot blends a laid-back atmosphere with an extensive drinks menu, featuring well-priced beers, lagers, and wines. It's the kind of place where both tourists and locals can relax with friends over a hearty breakfast or simply enjoy a solo moment with a plate of savory nachos.

Amidst the casual vibe, guests enjoy the perks of free Wi-Fi and quick service, making it an ideal destination for catching up on work or life, especially with their impressive sports broadcasts lighting up the screens. For those visiting with family, the outdoor play area ensures that little ones remain entertained while adults savor a well-crafted cocktail or two.

Whether you're dining indoors or taking advantage of their outdoor seating, the friendly staff, including the much-adored Jay, enhance every visit with their pleasant service. Offering great value at only 10 to 20 GBP per person, it's perfect for everyone, from budget-conscious students to parents seeking a stress-free outing.

Price

$$$$ 10 - 20 GBP

Meals

Breakfast

Services

Reservations available, Outdoor seating, Dine-in

Offering

Serving alcohol, Serving cocktails, Serving beer, Serving wine, Serving food, Serving food at bar

Payment

Payment by credit card, Payment by debit card, NFC payment

Atmosphere

Quietly, Casual

How to get here?

The nearest public transport options for your convenience.

Pheasant Rise

Bus stop 735 m walk

Apple Trees

Bus stop 600 m walk

Viking Way

Bus stop 429 m walk

Acorn Avenue

Bus stop 315 m walk

3.6

based on 672 reviews

Google

3.6/5 672 reviews

GordonRamsMe

Food: 5
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 5

During this week I have visited the fox, I had a terrible day but one of your employees is such an amazing person. I think his name was Jay, Jay had cheered me up and made my stay very pleasant, please reward that lad with something because he’s honestly a gem. Will visit again because of him!

Peter Thurston

Food: 4
Service: 5
Atmosphere: 4

Nice pub. They had run out of my first and second option, and couldn't complete the third option without substituting some of the food on the plate. That said, the food was nice.

John Jones

Food: 3
Service: 4
Atmosphere: 4

So, there we were at The Fox in Bar Hill, Cambridge, on a quiet evening with barely a soul in the place—just me, my girlfriend, my parents, my brother, and his female friend, ready for a proper pub nosh. The pub’s spotless, tidy as a showroom, and the staff are so friendly you’d think they’re your mates from way back. My mum and OCD-organized brother hit the bar, ordering our food and drinks in one go: fish and chips for me (I’m dreaming of crispy batter), lasagne with chips for my girlfriend, pie and chips for Dad, half a chicken and chips for Mum, an all-day breakfast for my brother, and a burger with chips for his friend. We toss in some sides—prawns, chicken, and chilli cheese bites—for a bit of flair. They bring the drinks over, we all get seated, and we’re sipping away, eagerly awaiting the food. The sides arrive first, and they’re tasty but stingy, like the prawns were doled out with a magnifying glass. Still, we’re nibbling, hyped for the mains. Then the food parade begins. Dad’s pie and chips land—he’s grinning like he’s cracked the code to pie nirvana. My brother’s friend gets her burger and chips, looking chuffed. Mum’s half chicken struts in. My brother’s breakfast is a fry-up masterpiece. My girlfriend’s tiny 2 layered lasagne appears… but her chips are missing, and her “salad” is two sad leaves and a sprinkle of despair. And me? I’m sitting there, fork poised, staring at an empty table like I’ve been cast in “Who Stole My Dinner?” A lovely server spots my foodless plight and asks why I’m not eating. “Because I’ve got nothing to eat,” I say, half-laughing, half-bewildered. She checks with the kitchen—nope, no fish and chips. My girlfriend’s muttering about her chip-less lasagne while everyone else tucks in, and I’m wondering if I accidentally ordered “a side of confusion.” The manager, an absolute saint, swoops in with apologies galore. Turns out, my order got lost in their new till system’s digital black hole. My brother, with his OCD-typed order on his phone, swears he included my fish and chips. Mum, the hero, slips me £20 to “sort it,” so I trudge to the bar to reorder. The manager breaks the news: a 45-minute wait. She offers a free drink on the house; I’ve already got one from the initial order, so I politely decline, but she’s apologizing like she personally banished my fish to another dimension. I’m like, “It’s all good, mistakes happen,” but my stomach’s not buying it. I head back to the table, ready to accept my foodless fate, when the angelic manager appears like a chip-bearing superhero, handing me a small pot of chips. It’s a sweet gesture, like a consolation prize for the Great Fish and Chips Fumble. I nibble on those chips and my girlfriend’s pitiful salad leaves while she guards her tiny lasagne like it’s a national treasure. The food that did show up was okay—Dad raved about his pie, the burger and chips were a win, and the breakfast was a greasy dream—but the portions are more “dainty starter” than “hearty pub grub....

The Fox Bar Hill in Cambridge