This looks a charming period inn from the outside and we chose it as the most promising looking eatery in this lovely little hamlet along the Pembrokeshire coast on Mayday bank holiday. I ate there with my husband and children.
It was truly dire in that provincial- seaside- restaurant - circa 1970's way that was parodied in Fawlty Towers. . Despite being less than two minutes from a rocky shore, groaning with fresh shellfish ( several tons of live mussels between Amroth and Wiseman's Inn), the menu only offered deep-fried breaded fish, the majority pulled from the freezer, the several varieties all being indistinguishable from each other, and tasting of nothing but vegetable oil. The 'fresh' vegetables, comprising nothing more exotic than peas and carrots, had clearly all been put on to boil the previous Tuesday.
The service, whilst not exactly poor, had a whiff of 1970's condescension, the implication being that we, the customer should be jolly grateful to be fed and not complain. I notice another reviewer also remarked on the intransigence of the kitchen when he asked for his food to be cooked in a particular way, that "It comes as it comes."!
This place really is the embodiment of all that is wrong and depressing about restaurants away from London and other urban centres. It clearly has no need to try to please customers as the two other establishments in the village looked equally dire. The irony of this execrable cuisine being served on the doorstop of a veritable cornucopia appears to have gone unnoticed, and tired customers must be grateful for mouthfuls of hot oil and macerated veg.
Strangely it offered rather nice puddings (hence the 2 star rating) which suggests that someone along the way knows what they're doing.
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