Bit controversial, but Pete’s Eats:
Sometimes good, mostly awful, depending on which 6th former is manning the George Foreman.
Last time it was chips like a corpse’s fingers, cold beans, sausages that a starving dog would have curled it’s lip at, swimming in grease and served with burnt toast.
And no caff, anywhere should serve that horrible, synthetic cheese substitute nonsense.
Go five minutes up the road and try Y Caban at Brynrefail – superb.