Mariners Coffee Shop — Restaurant in Scotland

A little piece of me died today! Seriously! We had enjoyed a beautiful few days in the area and were looking forward to one last coffee before setting off for home. Always looking to explore and try somewhere new, we decided to head for Mariner's Coffee Shop in Drummore. Looking back we should have listened to the alarm bells ringing loudly in our ears as soon as we arrived. The cafe had no customers, and it was 11:45am? Perhaps the exterior had put people off? After all, plastic skeletons aren't everyone's cup of tea. Still, you can't judge a book by it's cover, so we carried on. More alarm bells, the front porch was filthy. Hoping that we would be greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and cakes, I opened the door and entered. What we saw takes some explaining. It was a strange mix of something between a squat and a depressed teenager's bedroom. It was filthy! At this point I was desperately trying to find reverse gear, however my wife had already closed the door. Eeek, trapped! Well, we better make the most of it, so we sat down at a table complete with dirty tablecloth. A lady appeared from the back and asked what we wanted. We settled on two coffees and a scone. To be fair, the coffees were okay and the scone had at least been tickled in the microwave, so it was warm. The lady took out some rubbish and complained about the smell of muck spreading outside. My wife wanted to ask if she could leave the door open, as it was a better smell than the aroma of stale fat and grease that currently permeated the place. By this time, my bladder was complaining, so I was slowly drawn towards the Toilet sign, like a moth towards a bright light. Entering, any remaining hope of being impressed with something here, evaporated. Had it ever been cleaned? Certainly not in the last few weeks. I washed my hands while gently gagging into the sink. Like a coward, I left my wife to pay while I ran outside. I couldn't bear to hear the question "Was everything alright?" No it was not!! A piece of me died inside there today and it will take some getting over, I can tell you. In short it was the worst cafe I've ever been in, ever! By a long way! You have...

Nothing like the taste of freshly cooked food. Sandra, as I think the proprietor is called has decked out her super cafe in biker paraphernalia including two full sized motorbikes and a proper drum kit. Like us though you probably came for the coffee and food. This place wont let you down. We had veg soup, bacon and lentil soup and a homemade cheese scone plus a fruit scone which was melt in the mouth delicious. The coffee machine makes very satisfying chugging and steaming noises as its carefully coaxed into brewing a fine cup of coffee. If you go for the all day full Scottish breakfast you wont be disappointed. The full works including black pudding and haggis. A processed pork lovers delight. Mark's down for overall cleanliness but makes up for it with a welcoming and...

Cycled here from Milarrochy bay for lunch. The place is full of bits and bobs from bikers with a strange collection of edged weapons on one wall??? Wasn’t particularly clean and the toilets are worse. Food was poor and they didn’t have salmon or prawns salad when I asked for them. Some salad items are a bit strange like kiwi fruit, pear, apple etc. more like a fruit salad. My “mixed meat” salad consisted of slices of sandwich meat with cheese crackers. A bit weird. The waitress looked like she wanted to be somewhere else and didn’t smile once. On the plus side it is dog friendly and the coffee was good. I can’t recommend this cafe based on our...