The Welsh village pubs in the Clwydian range were some of my favourites when our boys were young. Family friendly, low pashmina count, menus in English, a small hill to walk off the pudding, and traditional Welsh pub games like Splat the Rat (vegan alternatives available).
The Kinmel Arms in Llandyrnog (or possibly Waen) looked set to continue that trend, and had large plant pots which could come in useful later.
It’s an unfussy sort of place, the type of family pub you get in De Beauvoir Town except there it’s a bit artificially unfussy.
Pool table rendered unusable by toddlers toys, toddler on the charge round the pub. Don’t complain, you were young once (perhaps not Old Mudgie to be fair).
I hoped I wouldn’t have to wait too long while the family at the bar decided between pheasant casserole and leg of lamb, but the portents weren’t good.
The Old Boy(o) at the bar would have won my best dressed customer award if I’d had one, though his rendition of traditional carols left something to be desired.
Ooh, look. First Pedi, now the Burton.
Great handpumps too, another thing you get round here as well as the BBBs.
The printed lunch menu was looking a little crumpled as Gareth or Emily had been attempting to eat it as their parents dithered over pate. In the end they all had something different, but as they probably put a £100 more than me in the till I can’t knock them.
The Burton was rich and foamy, perhaps a bit too foamy (NBSS 3). But, as often, the ash tray is the star here.