Red Robin — Restaurant in Wigan

Title: A Journey Through Time, Smell, and Blandness If you're ever in Wigan and want to experience what it’s like to step into a parallel universe where time, hygiene, and taste cease to exist, then the Green King Pub is your destination. First off, the smell. Oh, the smell. Imagine being trapped in an ancient shoe cupboard, surrounded by a pile of damp socks, while a horse rolls by with its daily supply of manure. That’s the aroma that greets you as you walk through the door. I think the place was built on top of an old stable, or possibly a forgotten landfill site. Either way, it’s a scent you won’t soon forget—and likely not on purpose. Now, the food. You’d think with such an atmosphere, they’d focus on making the food exciting to distract from the smell. Well, you’d be wrong. The food was as bland as a plain cracker dipped in dry sand. Toby Sibbick and Darryl Caddock, two men with discerning palates, looked at their plates as if they had just been served a microwaved cardboard box. You could practically hear their taste buds crying for mercy. I had the “special” (and I use that term loosely) and it tasted like it had been prepared with a deep sigh and minimal effort. As for the staff, I’m convinced they were either older than the pyramids or younger than the concept of social distancing. One waitress looked like she might’ve attended her first shift the day before the industrial revolution started. Meanwhile, the barman couldn’t have been older than 12. At one point, he asked if we needed more drinks, and when we said yes, he looked at us like we’d just asked him to build a spaceship out of straws. But to be fair, the kid tried, and that’s all you can ask for in this chaos. The beer? It tasted like it had been sitting in the same glass for weeks, maybe even months. I’m not sure if it was stale or just fermented into a weird, sad version of itself. At one point, I wondered if it was supposed to be a time capsule of some sort, preserving the taste of something that once might’ve been drinkable. In conclusion, if you’re into time travel, bad smells, and food that tastes like it’s been gently whispering "meh" at you for hours, then the Green King Pub in Wigan is the place for you. For the rest of us, well... I think I’ll pass next time. Toby and Darryl are still recovering, and I’m wondering if the smell is now embedded into my jacket Title: A Journey Through Time, Smell, and Blandness If you're ever in Wigan and want to experience what it’s like to step into a parallel universe where time, hygiene, and taste cease to exist, then the Green King Pub is your destination. First off, the smell. Oh, the smell. Imagine being trapped in an ancient shoe cupboard, surrounded by a pile of damp socks, while a horse rolls by with its daily supply of manure. That’s the aroma that greets you as you walk through the door. I think the place was built on top of an old stable, or possibly a forgotten landfill site. Either way, it’s a scent you won’t soon forget—and likely not on purpose. Now, the food. You’d think with such an atmosphere, they’d focus on making the food exciting to distract from the smell. Well, you’d be wrong. The food was as bland as a plain cracker dipped in dry sand. Toby Sibbick and Darryl Caddock, two men with discerning palates, looked at their plates as if they had just been served a microwaved cardboard box. You could practically hear their taste buds crying for mercy. I had the “special” (and I use that term loosely) and it tasted like it had been prepared with a deep sigh and minimal effort. As for the staff, I’m convinced they were either older than the pyramids or younger than the concept of social distancing. One waitress looked like she might’ve attended her first shift the day before the industrial revolution started. Meanwhile, the barman couldn’t have been older than 12. At one point, he asked if we needed more drinks, and when we said yes, he looked at us like we’d just asked him to build a spaceship out of straws. But to be fair, the kid tried, and that’s all you can ask for...

Went along for the first time since it changed to a Greene King to try the carvery. The decor is really nice and open and the carvery itself was lovely. Choice of 3 meats and you get a good size Yorkshire pudding too. Loads of veg choice too, by far the most I've seen compared to other carvery's in the area. My wife and I left very stuffed and satisfied by an excellent meal!

The only negative I could say, and it's not a big one, is my interaction with one of the staff members. As you enter the pub you see most of the tables are to the left, as is the carvery itself but there are also tables to the right hand side next to the bar. We found a table to the left as it looked quieter and I went to the bar to order. The member of staff informed me quite abruptly that I had to move to the other side of the pub as they no longer did food on the right hand side, there was no signage or notice to indicate this so I politely suggested that they could put one up so people didn't make the mistake again. The staff member just bluntly replied that there were no food menus on the tables to which I assume they thought it was obvious.

I don't have a problem with sitting in certain areas for food or if someone is just having drinks. I do have a problem with a staff member being abrupt with me on my first visit to somewhere and assuming that their cryptic messages regarding where I cannot eat are received by everyone.

It was unfortunate that this happened as everything else was lovely and I know now that there are just some places...

Sadly our experience can only be rated as a 0 stars. Our table as can be seen in the picture, was poorly wiped, staff were asked to give it a wipe over but that didn't happen at all, even before our food arrived so we had to eat without touching the table as best possible. Food ordered was mediocre at best, steak cooked far to much for a medium rare and quite fatty, also not many chips on the plate, needed another handful really. My partner ordered a chicken type burger and had to leave it as she said it tasted wrong. Later that night she felt queasy and stomach was bubbling. At 6am she started vomiting as her stomach exploded and she vomited throughout the day, weak legs and generally very unwell until she stopped being sick. For the next few days she was unwell. The men's toilet had one working cubicle with a lock on it, the other was missing a part, I had to hold the door while my Son used the toilet. This could and should have been fixed before opening time. Reading an old review from August, seems toilet door locks are an issue here. Staff seemed decent enough though so that's what the 1 star is for. Overall a poor experience, we wanted to take our children for a meal somewhere other than a McDonald's. We won't be using this place again, bad experience we would not...