Based on 6 opinions finded in 2 websites

Based on 6 opinions finded in 2 websites
Nº 1472 in 3395 in Cornwall, Isles of Scilly
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couldn't say, closed everytime i have visited- i have wanted to try this place as i watched it being built -I hope if I keep trying i will get the chance one day
hazelnuts666 . 2019-07-12
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Revisited this place with my friends for breakfast. I hoped it would be as good as last time I came and I wasn’t disappointed! Excellent quality and great value. The thick hand cut bread they use for the toast is amazing. I would visit more often if my waistline would allow me to!
janewest1938 . 2018-12-02
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What a superb breakfast, all cooked and served by a lovely chef! Such a pleasant chap! Nothing was too much bother and he catered for me and my family and other customers with a lovely manner.I went for the big bugger! What a generous plate of food, all at a great price. The egg was cooked to my liking, runny yolk but not snotty! Perfect.The toast portions were massive, not flimsy pieces of bread, but giant doorstop size slices, yum!Awesome coffee and tea.If you want a great breakfast with impeccable service than look no further than just a bite. We shall definitely go again.Thank you!
Dan J . 2018-10-26
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Great food! Portions were massive and tasted amazing. The chef was very pleasant and made our stay very enjoyable. Would definitely recommend!
FromPolandWithLove . 2018-10-26
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Came here on Saturday with my dad, for a catch up. This place needs more reviews! Fantastic breakfast; quality and locally sourced items - I did ask. Great value for money. Shall be telling everyone about it. Thank you.
jwjmills . 2018-10-01
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Called in here on Saturday and had a fantastic breakfast, absolutely delicious and great value for money. Will definitely be coming here regularly!
janewest1938 . 2018-10-01
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Just had a battered sausage & chips which was cooked fresh. It was delicious & a great portion size too. I had my 6 year old with me who said he was cold & one of the guys working there heard this & came out & plugged in a portable heater for him which was a really nice touch. Thanks I will be back & I highly recommend here👍
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The Tolcarne Inn is a pub in Newlyn, Cornwall, just outside of Penzance. I happened to be on my way to watch a film about an Irish architect, when I stopped in the Tolcarne Inn for lunch. Suspicious of gastro pubs, ranging from uppity to down-facing. Ladies were pleasant, very quiet clientele, like a village pub. I sat by the window with my book about the cognitive decline of Joe Biden, but when the food came, I forgot about Uncle Joe entirely. I ordered turbot with hollandaise sauce and asparagus, a side of boiled “Cornish dailies” and a white Americano. A warning about “small plates”. Quite, quite. You could have lost the fish in the wash, the two asparagus were stolen from a fisher-maid’s garden, the hollaindaise failed to mask the paltry dimensions. The bowl of potatoes, lathered in butter and dill, was substantial, boasting my fish like a thin man wearing large clothes. (£25 for the lot. Suspicious? I thought so too.) After the first mouthful, I was shocked. I chewed slowly, methodically, the flavours informing my tongue. The turbot was cooked with rock salt; the flesh keeps shape, easy to pull apart. The hollandaise has none of that wiry flavour; it’s smooth, not unlike a Bailey’s. Asparagus are tender, simple. Boiled “Cornish dailies” - new potatoes - are tender too. Dill and butter not overpowering. When you are filled with shock during a meal, this usually comes from the waitress dropping your plate, or some punter attacking the bar, but rarely the food. My modest meal shocked me. I forgot about Joe Biden, remembering my youth. Perfect fresh fish - prepared differently in Bermuda, but the same sensation. The outside world vanishes. Flawless food. Tourists ambling in and out of the pub, acting like the Inn was just another watering hole. No, no, no. My little turbot and asparagus and potatoes forced me back into the shell of my youth, I thought about people thinking about youth; what form it took, and so on. Walker is in shock, on the verge of tears. Now, at this point, you reach out and touch your partner’s hand, but I was alone. So the waitress came over and asked, “Is your food alright?” Because I’m thinking about time and space, prompted by the excellent food, I look up slowly, like a post-operative patient jigged back to life. “It’s flawless,” I said. “Suspiciously flawless,” I added. She smiles, walks away. Meanwhile another customer - frothy, biscuit-shirted - has the audacity to say their beer is “a bit frothy” when archangels and medcine men craft in the kitchen like so many Cornish saints. A chef peers out of the kitchen, catching my eye. A smug smile on his face. “Yes, you are God,” I want to say; I want to sing this from Newlyn to Planet Neptune.