Abbasi’s | Indian Restaurant — Restaurant in Wales

Absolutely avoid, I am genuinely baffled at how this place has 4 stars.

After a long hike we were so looking forward to a nice takeaway, however we were disgusted by what we took home.

Being the only Indian in the area, we pre ordered as we knew it would be busy that evening, and picked up our meal at 6:15 as planned.

When we got back I literally had to pour the oil that was sat on the top of the korma down the sink to try get the worst of it out (this actually stained the sink!)

The korma had an awful taste to it, grainy and almost sour. The texture was down having been made with masses of dessicated coconut (anyone who can make a half decent korma knows to use powder or cream instead) and the dry chicken tikka was bitter, hard to describe! To top it off, the ‘garlic’ naan was just a slab coated in oil and with large chunks of coriander on the top, which didn’t not make for pleasant eating!

We have had plenty of mediocre Indian takeaways in our time, however this was downright disgusting, and a kick in the teeth considering it was by no means cheap.

Had I been sat in the restaurant I would have sent it back and left, something I have never done before (and the thought of which mortifies me, but it really was that bad!)

The best way to describe it is that the chef was out sick and someone had to try scramble together something which resembled a curry, but failed awfully.

If you want a half decent meal, either go to another restaurant in Betws y Coed, or travel further afield for a half decent Indian, this place really needs to review the food it is...

The worst Indian we've ever experienced. I wish we'd read the reviews before going but unfortunately we had climbed snowdon, was starving & it appears most things stop serving food by 8.30pm on a Friday evening. The menu was definitely not 'authentic Indian cuisine'. To be asked how hot we wanted a tikka massala baffled me to begin with. Ordered poppadoms & Chutney- this ended up being Yoghurt & raw onion. The mains came covered in raw onion, the massala tasted like it was out of a jar and the naan bread was more like an oily pizza base. We had to wait for plates to even eat off. I then found a dark black thick hair in my curry. When I told the waiter, he asked me if I wanted him to take it away. We then had to wait for a fresh batch of food- the chicken kebab (very authentic indian) came out as a half portion. The new batch of curry & potato's came out so spicy that we couldn't eat it. When we approached the staff at the end to pay the bill, we asked to see the manager. The waitress who was the apparent manager, wouldn't even offer us a free drink for the fact we had a hair in the food & waited a long time for our replacement meal. I asked to speak to the 'chef' and was told this was not an option. I can only believe that the 'chef' had probably never eaten a curry in their life & was serving either microwave meals or using jarred sauce. Very rude & unapologetic staff. Dirty, sticky tables. No toilet roll in ladies toilet. Don't be as unlucky as us and ruin your night...

A Most Singular Culinary Engagement

One was most delighted to dine at Abbasi’s, a charming establishment of remarkable culinary distinction. The onion bhajis were nothing less than majestic—crisply wrought, delicately spiced, and presented with a quiet confidence befitting a royal banquet. The lamb—oh, the lamb—succulent, yielding, and seasoned with an elegance that whispered of ancient spice routes and culinary devotion.

The dhal was authentically prepared and profoundly comforting, a dish that spoke fluently of tradition and care. One was particularly tickled to be served water in goblets of considerable grandeur—accompanied, most unexpectedly, by a trophy. Quite what the accolade was for remains unknown, but one applauds the theatre.

The staff were impeccably courteous, striking the perfect balance between attentiveness and discretion. The skirting boards—yes, the skirting boards—displayed a level of craftsmanship that would not be out of place at Sandringham. A triumph of understated carpentry.

One minor peccadillo: the gents’ conveniences are rather elusive, owing to an absence of signage. Still, it added a mild sense of quest to the evening—like seeking the Crown Jewels without a map.

All told, Abbasi’s offers a regal repast in most convivial surroundings. One shall most...