Permanently docked in the shadow of the Old Town Hall Beejay’s features a nutty design (quarrying explosives, a model galleon) as well as a stained glass window depicting a Mexican, Indian and Scotsman. If that sounds like the start of a bad joke it most certainly isn’t – it’s the start of a bad meal. The menu is the definition of diverse, though the results aren’t so much varied as plain poor. The chef here is a gentleman of shortcuts; the curry comes from a tin and the Mexican salsa is actually ketchup – at these prices, that’s inexcusable.