Sea Scallops Sea Scallops

Tender sea scallops seared to perfection, served with a light lemon butter sauce.

White Eagle

White Eagle

Rhoscolyn LL65 2NJ, LL65 2AX, Holyhead, United Kingdom

Pub • Pubs • Steak • Welsh


"They married 35 years ago.. she had diligently looked after the family serving roast every weekend. She chopped peeled and prepared dutifully and relentlessly. It came to pass on the anniversary of her wedding day her husband promised to take her way from the mundane. She deserves more than this. He offered the whole world. London, New York, Paris, even Newport if she felt brave. My love I will take you wherever your heart desires he promised. She thought long and hard. This was an opportunity not to mis and important to get right. Where should she choose? She immediately knew. The White Eagle in Anglesey. They had been so many times before and it was her favourite. And so it was on the day of her anniversary she and the old bridegroom would make the long journey to this magical island to dine in and eat the most fabulous roast dinner ever. No chopping no roasting and most importantly no washing up.She couldn’t wait to taste the fluffy potatoes drenched in silky gravy, the delicious roast lamb an a Yorkshire pudding. This day could not come soon enough. She knew this place was of high renowned and had been disappointed in August. But not this time! Her plans had to be careful and calculated. She could not trust the feckless bridegroom who couldn’t possibly get this right.. she took into her own hands an emailed directly. She didn’t trust the book a table app she when’s straight to the front of house. Please prepare me the finest roast dinner. Her correspondence was received and acknowledged. The plan was concrete. She was reassured that this dinner was finally going to be hers. Delighted to happy couple drove nearly 100 miles. They had even got washed. At 3 pm they entered the fine establishment. The smell of the dinners was amazing. All the tables were full of diners stuffing their greedy faces with pork, beef and lamb drowning in gravy and topped with Yorkshire puds. She was ready, bring me my dinner! OH NO! CATASTROPHE! The wind hurled, the sounds echoed and were blood chilling. There are no dinners left! A cold chill ran though her every molecule. Unless you have ordered one, that is? Phew!! She proudly produced her email confirmation. She could breathe. The dinner was hers, she had her name all over it. It was going to be fine. Her bridegroom looked at her lovingly and told her not to worry. The dinner would come. She had done all she could. But dear reader, this was not to be. There was no dinner for either of them. And this is why this is a tale of woe. Little did anyone know that the booking was taken by a criminally insane serial dream killer. This unscrupulous villain did not inform the kitchen and there was no dinner. Woe to the bride and bridegroom. In misery they returned to their holiday rental, and did what she had done every Sunday for 34 yrs. Cooked her own roast dinner. Let this sad tale of woe be cautionary t the booker. Make sure the criminally insane don’t mess with your dinner and phone ahead the day before to get the dinner you wish for. The bride and bridegroom will live happily ever after and get to Dylan’s for a treat. White eagle we will see you in the summer and you had better not sell my dinner to anyone else."