The Wheatsheaf Pub & Restaurant Farnham — Restaurant in Waverley

If You Like Warm Ale, Sour Wine, and a Side of Hygiene Horror… This Is the Place for You!

Oh, Wheatsheaf of Farnham, what a joyless little journey you offered. We popped in with low expectations, and somehow you still managed to limbo under them.

Let’s start with the wine: I ordered a pinot grigio, and what arrived could only be described as the liquid equivalent of despair. Sour, grotty, vaguely reminiscent of vinegar left too long in the sun—an insult to the grape. Clearly the bottle had been open longer than the pub’s cleaning rota.

My partner went for an ale, hoping to salvage something of the visit, but no luck there either. “Meh” would be generous. Flat, lifeless, and utterly indistinguishable from anything you might find at the bottom of a forgotten pint glass in a student union. I’ve had more characterful rainwater.

But the real showstopper? The service. We were treated to a behind-the-scenes display of what I can only describe as experimental food handling. We watched, twice, wide-eyed, as a waitress literally prodded the food on the pass before taking it to a table. Not once. Not even furtively. Just a casual poke—as though she were checking if it was still breathing.

She had long hair (unrestrained), wore a crop top, no apron, and appeared to be dipping in and out of the kitchen like it was her living room. Not a hair net in sight. H&S? Never heard of her.

The garden? About as inspiring as a dentist’s waiting room, only with less reading material. It was a triumph of blandness, as though someone Googled “generic pub outdoor space” and thought, “Yes. That’ll do.” No plants. No vibe. No warmth. No soul. A few benches and a palpable sense of regret.

As for the menu—it was technically present. There were words, some of them food-related. But given what we’d just witnessed in the kitchen, I couldn’t bring myself to order anything. If the front-of-house hygiene is that casual, I dread to think what’s going on behind the swing doors.

In short: don’t bother. They don’t, so...

Visited for a Sunday Roast today after visiting the church. So disappointed. I don't mind paying for good food and a roast dinner at twenty three pounds is a little expensive, but there was nothing about the plates of food we got that warranted that price. Myself and youngest son had the roast beef which tasted great but was like boot leather, and that is no exaggeration! I was chewing away for a ridiculously long time and eventually gave up as did my son. Tasted nice but completely inedible. My eldest son had the chicken and he reported that it was cooked well and tasty. However, the portions were very very small. We each had 3 teeny roast potatoes three carrot batons, and one small floret of broccoli split into two! That was it - the boys had a Yorkshire pudding but as I am gluten free I didn't get one and was not offered a gluten free option. The vegetables, as well as being scarce, were almost raw; I understand the principle of al dente but this was so hard it was difficult and unpleasant to eat. None of us really wanted to complain and we were also very hungry after a lengthy wait, but after five minutes of fruitless chewing, we admitted defeat and I spoke to a member of staff. I was offered a refund which I accepted and as we left the pub my son apologized for complaining (been brought up well!) and the staff member simply said it was fine! If I'm being charged almost sixty five pounds for three roast dinners not only would I expect food that was edible, and filled the plate, but also a decent level of...

I was torn between giving a 3 and 4, I ended up going 4 because I feel the issues could just be teething issues as they are under new management and could hopefully be turned around.

Positive: The roast was gorgeous , every component was well seasoned with great flavour coming through.

The negatives .. the service was god awful, like so bad it was getting funny between my table and the other tables around us, the staff need a lot more training and quickly!

Ordered a coke and a ‘pint of anything on tap which is an ale or craft’ …waiter stares at me blankly and walks off, 20 minutes later nothing, flagged down another waiter, she said she’d find out what happened to our drinks, another 10 minutes goes by drinks arrive, at this point all the tables around us are staring these waiters down because all of them have been neglected and are waiting on something.. it’s like a full on stand off.

Skipping pass the meal we move onto dessert, table orders cake and coffee, coffee arrives no cake.. we wait, we chat, we drink, coffees gone, cake never arrives..

We look around to try and get someone over to get the bill and finally get out of there, I may aswell have been invisible trying to get the attention of anyone was near impossible.

Would I come back? If I wasn’t rushing...