The best restaurants serving British food in Newlyn and Mousehole Cornwall, Isles of Scilly South West

This a a lovely little cafe in a beautiful setting with very friendly and helpful staff. I’ve given it 5 stars as I could see the quality of the meals coming out but I have to be honest and say that my friend and I had sandwiches, one white and one granary. Both of us, sadly, found the bread very dry with pretty much inedible crusts. The contents were really good but were a bit spoilt by the chef using margarine rather than butter. I do wish this didn’t happen as the sandwiches here and in many other places are quite pricey so you would think we could get butter? Anyway, we would go back but not for the sandwiches

Absolutely delicious food, great venue, lovely staff and excellent value. A hidden gem!! The crab croque (crab toastie) was sooo tasty!! And my mum loved her bacon, Brie and cranberry toastie. Can’t wait to go again - the cakes looked fab!

I cycled to this café, one, day, I ordered, a nice sandwhich with a cup of tea, I would , recommend , this café to anybody, who, want, to eat, alfresco, I even had my very own table, with a nice, comfitable chair, all, the staff, were, so, polite and understanding, even , though, have got a disability

Superb plant based cafe in Mousehole. Amazing range of food and drinks. Good portions and delicious food. I had the sausage and cheese sandwich and shared it with my kids loaded fries. Lovely spot too. Nice indoors and outdoor seating options. There were 8 of us and service was good and all were happy! Even the non vegans among us! Thank you!

Cracking fish and chips. Fish was large and fresh and the chips crisp, all piping hot. We sat in the window of the actual chippy and thoroughly enjoyed the food.

Been many times great food and views if near a must visit

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.

Lovely place and beautiful setting, lovely brew and cream tea was lovely. Never been to Mousehole before and will definitely be back.

Absolutely fantastic night! Here on a stag do! All dressed as medieval people. Go Ollie!!! Loved the mead and the food and the atmosphere! Highly recommend.

Lovely staff, had a medium steak pasty, good size and value. Got it bagged up to take away ewith a nice coffee.

Great local pub in Mousehole. Very good meal and service. Would recommend to go for sure. Food not normal pub food but excellent.

Before I write this I just want to say that I never complain in restaurants, and have never written a bad review. But my meal was bad. And the service poor. I ordered nachos for £8 and what I received was a bowl of classic Doritos with shop bought sauce, and not very nice cheese. I politely asked to have something else, even just chips, instead as I could not eat it and felt very disappointed with what it was. I was not expecting the response. The man at the desk (assuming he is the owner) told me nobody had complained before so I could not have anything else unless I paid for it. He argued with me and made me feel very small, and treated me terribly. So terribly I began to cry for the first time ever in a restaurant because of his terrible customer service. He did not seem to care that he had upset me, and talked to me in a rude manner. I do not recommend, and would advise to avoid. Rude service, as I left upset I could hear him moan about me to another member of staff. Anywhere else would have refunded us, but not here.