Known to locals as the Crown, the Brit ex-pat owners have let this place slide since 2000.
Major bland brewers InBev (Bud, Bud Light, Bass, Boddingtons, Tennent's, Stella Artois, Beck's), Diageo (Guinness, Smithwicks), Heineken (Heineken, Newcastle) dominate the run-of-the-mill beer selection.
Mexicans fry or microwave the mostly frozen or canned factory food sourced from major suppliers American suppliers.
A few "British" meals (Bangers and Mash, Toad in the Hole, Chicken Curry, Fish and Chips) aside, the menu reads like greasy American pub grub.
A front patio fills up with heavy, chain smokers. To get to the front door, you must cut through their stench.
The dank pub area leaves you smelling of grease if you stay for more than 10 minutes. Old carpet and seating add to the smell.
The grubby bar staff lack any presence and begrudge serving anyone, especially the owner's curmudgeon nephew.
Ironically, the biggest day of the year in this "British" pub is the rather anti-British St. Paddy's Day with many queueing up for hours beginning 3:00 P.M.
Many queue up beginning about 3:00 P.M. standing about for hours to get inside. The owners spring for Scottish Bag Pipe players for this Irish day!
You'll find plenty of TVs about airing some association football match from BSkyB or Setanta Sports. Ever so often, a good rugby match can be had. The rest of the time NBA and MLB games dominate the TVs.
Gawking at these TVs, you'll find many Brit ex-pats and crusty drunks, especially during the late afternoons and on weekends.
If ever a place needed Gordon Ramsey to fix it, this is it. They could start by hiring a Brit cook to cook Brit food and hiring a bar staff who wants to earn tips respectfully.
Because of a strong ex-pat presence in the Conejo Valley, the Crown and Anchor lingers. The owners are good folk, yet somehow have lost their way.