The best restaurants in Pentir Gwynedd North Wales

Been coming to Ty golchi for years , Ty golchi now is a thousand times a better experience than it was, and even then it wasn’t a bad experience..the prices are steep for a lunch time menu, but the plates of food are massive, but I feel they could half the food and price and it would be a more comfortable stomach experience, but it’s nice, the staff are great ( forgetful on my visit, but typically great ) Tho I would argue the price for puddings / drinks is a bit much … 3.75 I think a coke/ Fanta, it’s expensive and £6 for a fudge cake that not made on the site … it’s all a bit expensive for those items ( I don’t know if the other cakes are made … but these are things i had ) But deffo nice place, and will be back soon

Llamé después de un paseo por Treborth y Vaynol sin haberme dado cuenta de que estaba allí antes! Muy sabroso desayuno grande y que admite perros. Volveré a comer allí.

Checked online, kitchen closes at 20:30, get in at 20:15 to be told kitchens closed, fair enough, but the person next to me is ordering food??? Never had a problem before, but now hungry!

Llegamos alrededor de la 1 pm del lunes, pedimos 2 patatas de chaqueta con atún y nos dijeron que lo sentimos, nos hemos quedado sin patata de chaqueta! Me decidí por la sopa de lentejas, tocino y zanahoria y mi amigo fue por un sándwich de huevo y berro preempaquetado, 2 botellas de agua. No nos impresionó ninguno de los dos para ser honestos. La sopa se veía muy poco atractiva y tenía una patada muy picante al final. El bocadillo estaba seco y no muy generoso con el relleno! Definitivamente poco personal allí. La señora detrás del mostrador era muy agradable y disculparse por los retrasos. A la pobre señora la soltaron, le dieron órdenes, le prepararon bebidas y le pagaron. ¡Realmente podría haberlo hecho con ayuda! Nadie limpiando/limpiando mesas. La señora que servía la comida era cortada y tenía muy pocas habilidades de servicio al cliente. ¡Una sonrisa marcaría la diferencia! Me encanta Dunelm pero el café es una decepción. Lo pensaría dos veces antes de ir allí de nuevo. Foto de sopa adjunta

Sentado en la zona de espera helada durante 30 minutos esperando nuestra comida, a pesar de que habíamos pedido 2 horas antes. Personal pobre.

As a weary UK road warrior, I’ve seen my share of budget hotels and pub grub, but this Premier Inn and its adjacent “restaurant” (a generous term) take the biscuit—a stale, overcooked one, mind you. Buckle up for a tale so absurd it’s almost performance art, but trust me, you don’t want a ticket. Picture this: I stroll into the pub for a pint and a bite, expecting a cozy evening. The place is quieter than a library at midnight, with empty tables galore, yet there’s a queue of four at the bar. One barperson, moving at the pace of a sloth on sedatives, serves with all the warmth of a January puddle. I order a single pint—simple, right? Apparently not. The small dark-haired female behind the bar treats my request like I’ve asked them to solve quantum physics. The pint arrives, though, and credit where it’s due: the glass was clean, and the beer didn’t taste like regret. Emboldened, I decide to brave the food menu. Enter stage left: a second staff member, described by others as “half-cast” (I’ll stick to saying she looked like she was mentally on Mars). This lady’s vibe screams “I’m here for the paycheck, not the pleasantries.” Rude, aloof, and with the charisma of a damp sock, she takes my order for a starter and main like I’m interrupting her existential crisis. I’m not expecting a red carpet, but a smile wouldn’t hurt, mate. The starter—nachos, a snip at £6.99—arrives on what I swear was a saucer from a child’s tea set. Dry yet soggy (a culinary paradox), they’re served with no cutlery, so I channel my inner caveman and scoop with my hands. Meanwhile, the pub’s running a £6 meal deal for a burger and chips. Nachos, you’ve been robbed. Forty minutes later—yes, *forty*—my main course, the “smothered platter,” stumbles in. The restaurant’s still half-empty, but the bar queue’s growing, with one heroic sloth-server now joined by two new faces who seem equally baffled by the concept of urgency. The platter itself? A tragic comedy. The “4oz” steak is smaller than a digestive biscuit and so overcooked it could double as a hockey puck. Medium rare? Maybe in a past life. The gammon’s passable, but the cheese is a greasy, rubbery affront to dairy. Onion rings are hard enough to double as coasters, and the chips—oh, the chips—are a chaotic mix of raw and cremated. There’s a lot of food, but quantity doesn’t equal quality. It’s like they tried to smother my enthusiasm instead of the platter. Now, let’s talk service—or the lack thereof. Tables around me are a cutlery-free zone. No forks, no knives, no napkins. Diners are begging for utensils like they’re auditioning for Oliver Twist. The waitress, bless her, mumbles, “Oh, haven’t they put them out? Sorry,” before vanishing faster than my appetite. My table’s no exception—dirty, uncleared, and utensil-less. I flag down a server for a fork and napkin, feeling like I’m negotiating a UN treaty. In the 2.5 hours I’m there, not a single table is cleaned. It’s like the staff are staging a protest against hygiene. The Premier Inn itself? Same vibe, different stage. Checking in feels like crashing a private gossip session. The bloke and two women at reception barely acknowledge me, exuding all the warmth of a broken radiator. Awkward doesn’t cover it—I’m pretty sure my arrival ruined their chat. The hotel and pub are littered with signs begging for Google reviews, so here’s mine: a standing ovation for incompetence. If you’re a local looking for a cheap pint and a laugh, maybe this place has charm. But for anyone else? Run. I’m dreading breakfast and already plotting my escape to the Porthmadog Premier Inn, where the staff are friendly, the food’s edible, and the tables are—gasp—clean. This place? It’s a sitcom where the joke’s on you. Save your sanity and book elsewhere.

My 7 year old niece Arizona was really looking forward to going to Starbucks and the staff made her so welcome, she cannot wait for her next visit

Disappointed with the food. Waited ages, coffee served without saucer which was totally odd. Then when the food came ,very basic. Won't be eating there again.

Dire. Over cooked halloumi fries, so couldn’t eat them. They’ve either changed the royale vegan burger or the ones I got were re-heated and were disgusting. Over £20 on pure rubbish. The fact that no management responds to these reviews says it all.