A good agency (perhaps) if you're selling a nice West London townhouse. Not so good if you're selling a flat in Brighton.
While they send one of their smartly-dressed and luxuriantly-coiffed directors over to give the spiel intended to win your business, you will soon find your sale passed on to a more lowly colleague. (Don't worry though, the director will swoop back in at the very last minute, despite being oblivious to all that's gone on in the previous four months, so that head office can see him 'closing the deal')
Like all estate agents, they will tell you your property is 'guaranteed' to fetch a price, then, as it fails to realise offers anywhere near this figure, they will blame the market / the area / the weather as they gradually reduce the price lower and lower.
When you get to the point when you just can't bear another weekend of viewings, you will accept an offer. At this point the director will pretty much ghost you, resulting in you complaining and eventually being referred on to a (far more effective) colleague. This colleague will work the hardest on your sale but of course, won't get the credit because said director returns at the eleventh hour to get the glory.
The director's lack of involvement means they have no idea what's going on, and of course don't bother putting in the effort to find out, so you end up in a situation where your buyer demands completion ten days before you are able to complete on your onward purchase. You then have to move all your belongings into storage and have to book two rounds of removals instead of the usual one.
So you've taken an offer significantly lower that Lextons' over-confident estimate, then knocked yet more money off when the buyer was unable to get the required mortgage amount, then paid out for costs incurred mainly because your estate agent was too lazy to stay updated on what was actually happening or to pick up the phone and talk to anyone else in the chain.
Said director then calls (suggesting he is in fact familiar with the concept) when you have hurriedly been squeezed into the guestroom at your in-laws' house with your two kids to say congrats, before combing his hair and heading off into the sunset with his commission.
Would we recommend them? No. No we would not.