The Ancient Briton — Restaurant in Wales

We visited here for dinner on account of its food reputation. Between us we had the steak and ale pie, chicken Rogan josh, belly pork and a 10oz sirloin steak. Íl start with the bad and end on a high. The 10oz sirloin steak was served with triple cooked chips, a mushroom, a tomato, onion rings and garnish. The chips were great to be fair, the onions rings were crisp and tasted fresh but It's not often you get a bad steak but this wasnt great. It was anemic with absolutely no blood or colour in it. It was well cooked at rare, so was tender but not juicy and didn't really taste of anything. Others around me had different steaks which looked great dark brown juicy and delicious. I don't know if this one had been frozen but I've had better from a frozen food supermarket. Certainly the worst I've had for a while, and the £27 made it all the more disappointing. It was edible and filled a gap but that was about it. The belly pork served with mashed potatoes with black pudding and green beans was proper melt in the mouth, absolutely gorgeous. The crackling cracked and my daughter remarked it was the best pork she had ever had. The Rogan Josh was a good sized portion and was very good, The rice was good and well cooked and the chips that came with it were amazing. The steak and ale pie was good with a nice filling and good pastry. The pork and the pie came on top of a bed of mashed potato which was odd, it looked like it was squashed into it and the plate looked empty as a result. We saw plenty of meals being delivered to surrounding tables the haddock and chips looked amazing, the burgers looked amazing as they went by. I think I was just unlucky in that I chose the only poor dish on the menu. We will no doubt give it another try and hopefully then I can...

The Ancient Briton, may have an old name but the food is bang modern!

As readers of my reviews may know, I am an ancient wizard. John the baptist taught me how to scuba dive. Henry the 8th taught me the art of love (that one wasn't particularly a 'good' experience). I even knew Napoleon, he's the man who introduced me to fancy hats. Still wear one to this day.

So, being ancient, I was taken back when I stumbled upon The Ancient Briton. I had once again been spelunking around the caves of Craig Y Nos and I was starving hungry, so I walked into the restraunt. It had a wonderful atmosphere and the staff were extremely friendly.

They sat me at a table and a beautiful dog which belonged to the man sat at the bar came to see me.

"Tought day huh?" Said the dog.

"You know it brother" I replied.

Nice dog. Good conversationalist.

I then decided what to have for my dinner. I was going to have the the bbq pork belly bites as a starter, crispy belly pork on the black pudding mashed potatoes with al dentè farm vegetables and greens with a side of garlic cheesy bread. I also ordered a pint of Stonewall IPA and settled into my chair.

My meal arrived and wow. What a feast, not only for the mouth, but for the eyes! Presentation was excellent like a work of art.

The pork belly bites glided down my neck with ease. Propper pork presented perfectly. Great size for a starter.

Then my mains arrived. I cut through the belly pork and the crunch of the crackling, the tender meat, the salty skin and the velvety smooth mash potato was to die for. Honestly can't recommend this place enough.

I swigged down the IPA, the sweetness of which wonderfully contrasted the salty crackling. Absolutely amazing.

The Ancient Briton 5/5 (No notes, compliments...

Firstly, the owner really needs to sack the mature waitress with glasses and hair to shoulder length because she was the most unwelcoming and miserable person ever. she immediately put a downer on my visit even before she even said anything to me. The place was quite dark and gloomy, I know it's a traditional put but still, decor was just dark and miserable. Moving on to the bar. A few nice ales on pump so of you like your ales then drive a million miles to arse end of nowhere to this place and you can have a few merry ones and realise you can't drive home. Next the food, all I need to say here really is "frozen roast potatoes". Here's the really bad part. I'm a single dad and my two year old was with me. I asked where the baby changing facilities were as they were not in the disabled toilets. I was then sheepishly told that they were in the ladies toilets. After 5 minutes of waiting at the bar with a baby needing changing I was told that they have sorted out a changing area. *Please see photo attached. I was told that they had put a sign on the door to close the ladies toilets to allow me to use them. Please bare in mind that the disabled toilets is big enough to house a baby changing unit. The sign read "guy in here using baby change" the sign consisted of a ripped cardboard box. To top it off, as I came out of the toilet all I could hear (and it was very loud) was the cooks (I call them cooks as chefs cook their own roast potatoes, cooks just use frozen" were swearing, using the "c" word and "f" word. Over all experience was...