Another one of my favourites, this is a locals (no tourists) pub that hasn't changed for years. It's the haunt of the local Hunt, so don't go there if you're into Animal Rights as the walls are full of photos & other memorabilia of the hunting, fishing, shooting & rugby type (well, it is in Wales). Last time I went, they still had the poster up for the Sports Day that they held in 1939.
If you do go, make sure you have a pint of the firewater, it's a local version somewhat akin to Bitter served straight from the barrel (OK, they use a jug rather than simply holding the glass under the tap, but what the heck) just like it used to be done, and it even tastes quite nice. They often keep the barrels behind the bar, so you see the whole process - beer as it used to be.
Prices are extremly low, even by pembrokeshire standards; a pint of Firewater, a half pint of cider, two ham rolls & a packet of crisps comes to £4.10. I wouldn't plan on being able to get anything special in the way of food, you choices are a selection of crisps, or if you're lucky there may be a few ham or cheese rolls left but these sell out quickly. If you do go for a roll, try their chutney, it's home made.
You can sit inside by the open fire in the front or the Aga in the back, or out by the river, though as it's tidal you may only see mud. It's also the only place where I've seen a working taxi driver being handed a pint in an attempt to get him to wait whilst they finished their pints - he did wait, but he didn't drink it.
One last interesting fact, the previous Landlady retired in her 80s but sadly passed away a few years ago - at the ripe old age of 105. I wonder if she drank firewater?