The Blacksmiths — Restaurant in Charnwood

Called in for a drink early saturday evening the place was quite empty there was no queue at the bar, we were the only two customers stood there. Neither was there any bar staff at first- then the barman appeared after a few minutes whilst on the phone so we waited a little longer till he finished his call, albeit he then went to have a conversation with some others that had already been served around the corner - there was no acknowledgement of us he didn't say anything no welcome or gesture to say he would be able to serve us not even a "hello!' He carried on as though we were invisible hence we left with the notion it was intentional, we were certainly ignored! We took our custom elsewhere where the staff were super friendly, just how you would expect to be treated as a patron, even though they were really busy. Avoid this pub!!! The service is terrible and the barman was clearly being arrogant and rude. Its a shame that this member of staffs attitude reflects so badly...

Visit this pub every Sun, atmosphere fab, staff fab & food is awesome (best pub grub in L'boro IMO), the group I meet decided we would visit NYE & celebrate, it was most disappointing, one young lad behind bar doing his best but at times struggling as landlady was only taking money & not helping serve drinks. DJ was advertised as entertainment but NO dance floor cleared good job ad DJ did not have a clue as to what constitutes a good party atmosphere!! Took him an hour to play an Abba song, had no idea who Madness are, was more interested in playing what his mates wanted rather than his audience! And NO countdown to midnight therefore no Auld Land Syne, which I think are a staple for NYE!! Oh & hearing landlord & landlady arguing behind scenes at times does not instill confidence in the general running/management of the pub! I love this pub but NYE...

Put your spatula down, throw that joint of meat at the neighbour’s annoying cat, and take off that silly apron. Save yourself from insanity, boredom and a dirty oven, and get your arse down to The Blacksmiths. A Sunday dinner that would make the first British ancestors weep with pride of what they started. Got a loved one thats too good for you, and you want to treat them for a meal before they realise they could do better? Take them over here and youll be sorted nicely....