The best restaurants serving British food in North Wales

Super friendly locals. Myself and my brother (visiting from Australia) spent an excellent evening there. Although we did lose 'the Ashes' on the excellent pool table. Wales 1 Australia 0. But we'll be back to try and level up!

Very cold place, no heating and no hot drinks available.

Went for breakfast today,and very limited food!!! The food that was there was of poor quality—bacon under cooked! So were the sausages!—-I would avoid this place! Hardly any edible food—-which is such a shame—-as the chef said—-I’m just the microwave manager! My job is just to get the food upto temperature 😄 The thing that was ok was the toast,and you put that through a toaster yourself! Will not be going back ever again

The staff were really attentive and friendly making me feel very welcome, had a lovely evening and will definitely be coming back for another visit. 10 out of ten!! Spent about £7- 8 per drink. very reasonable.

Always great food here , but every time the tables are sticky to touch . And the menus are also sticky and dirty sometimes . It doesn’t take a lot , or cost a lot to give a table or menu a clean . It is a bit off putting when you are reading off a menu that has sticky stains on it .

Buen desayuno, café y té. Precio razonable y buen servicio del personal. Menú variado y elección durante todo el día.

Nice boozer, good pint of Madri

What a lovely establishment and staff. Ordered a BLT sandwich which I thought at the time was a little expensive, but I take that back it was a meal it’s self, freshly made on lovely fresh bread which it also included crisps and fresh side salad. So congratulations to all members of staff on excellent food and service. We’ll be back again I can assure you

Great food, great service and atmosphere And a great little quiz on Friday night

We had a very pleasant stay: the staff are friendly and helpful, our room was very comfortable, and the food is excellent.

Just had breakfast here 10/10 We had the breakfast wrap £4 tasty not one bit greasy. Breakfast sloppy Joe was lovely £5,79. My daughter had the waffle your way off the kids menu every bit was eaten. Great staff, lovely atmosphere. Will defo return.

Clean pub, nice food and the staff couldn't do enough for us. We had our evening meal and breakfast the following day here. Both meals were really hot, tasty and you got a lot for your money. The man who served breakfast was polite and helpful even though he was really busy. We will definitely return.

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.

unprofessional and rude for no reason

My first visit, a pleasant place only open for lunch, I had fish and chips, fish was beautifully cooked but very sparse with the chips, friend had the steak pie which is made on site and looked lovely, menu is basic, but we enjoyed our meal, would be nice to return on a nice day and eat outside and take in the views