The Jigger Inn — Restaurant in Scotland

Have never experienced such rude treatment from any establishment in my life. We are a group of 8 & turned up hoping to get some food. There was a sign up when we arrived saying 'reservations only' but we thought we may as well ask. The waitress said there would be an hour wait for food since it was busy & we hadn't booked however we were OK to sit anywhere available & have drinks until then. So we did just that. However we were then confronted by I'm assuming the manager or head waiter who was extremely rude his attitude was absolutely appalling. Asking what we were doing crossing the "gate" ,which is a rope, without a reservation. I told him we had already asked to come in. The place then all but emptied. It was very very quiet so we then asked if it would be possible to order food only to be told that they were expecting a crowd of 20 in an HOUR so it wouldn't be possible and to be grateful we were allowed in for a drink. I've never heard anything so petty and dramatic. There was no one there! Needless to say we didn't stick around. The gentleman who fronted us is in the wrong profession. Absolutely zero customer service skills whatsoever. I hope several more unwanted crowds turned up. Will never darken...

Ah, the Jigger Inn. Once the hallowed 19th hole where golfing ghosts murmured in the timber beams and every pint came with a side of soul. Now? It’s been redesigned - or rather, euthanised - into what appears to be the lobby bar of a mid-market airport hotel.

If you’ve ever wanted to enjoy a soulless lager under the sterile glare of badly chosen LED lighting while mourning the spirit of golf history, you’re in luck.

The much-hyped “sympathetic refit” has all the subtlety of a bunker shot with a cricket bat. The interior now feels less like a place where legends toasted their triumphs, and more like where you might wait for your name to be called at a dental spa in Milton Keynes. It’s got the warmth and character of a Travelodge breakfast room at 11:01am.

To be fair, the staff are still friendly. You can almost see the sorrow in their eyes as they serve craft lager next to where Old Tom Morris once (probably) stubbed out a pipe. They’re the only bit of heart left in the building. Everything else - the charm, the history, the atmosphere - has been designed out of existence.

This wasn’t a refurbishment. It was a cultural lobotomy. A once-iconic pub has been scrubbed clean of anything...

I can't possibly say enough good things about this place. It was our first stop when getting into St. Andrews. We got to sit outside(first come, first serve seating and sit at your own risk) and enjoy the views. But definitely keep your head on the swivel!!! The blind tee shots hit from the 17th tee are known to venture their way over into the patio area. My husband and I almost got hit by one. But, the atmosphere is electric and so worth taking that risk...for us at least. The service and food were incredible. We kept it light with a side order of Chunky Chips to split, a bowl of Cullen Skink, a Diet Coke, and a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. It was all delicious and we enjoyed every bite! Thank you to the whole staff for helping us make these...