So keen were we to get in the The Queens Head we were sat there at five to twelve waiting for the doors to open. Once in it didn’t take long for the pub to start to fill up. I know there were 80,000 RL fans down to watch the Rugby League Challenge Cup, but London is a big place and I didn’t think there would be any other RL fans in. I was mistaken, because after ten minutes we were engaged in good humoured banter with a group of lads from ‘Fax, replete in team colours. This is the best thing about RL, you can have a laugh, friendly rivalry and wear your colours, wherever you go, even if you are sat in the middle of the opposing supporters end. It was the same story last year when we went to The Rake and found it full of Castleford fans; ‘A mate told us it was really good beer and you don’t get that down here much.’ I didn’t know there was anyone from Cas’ who knew that Borough Market existed, let alone where it was?
The Queens Head is a typical London, mid terrace, single front, long and thin, one room, bar on the left as you walk in, sort of pub. I think there’s a survey to be done on which side the bar is on in these Victorian pubs. I think the sinister side would win for dexterical reasons? As well as us RL followers there were some beer tickers, the ubiquitous (in London) I can shout louder and sound posher than you types, and some locals, having some sort of community meeting. Quick, better get it listed as an ACV!
Retrospectively I shouldn’t have stood in the door of the gents and shouted to my son, ‘Get in here quick and have a look at this!’ In the diverse metropolis that is our capital, no one seemed to bat an eye lid as my bearded, six and half foot, twenty something son joined me in the gents. I pointed up at the reinforced glass skylight in the roof. Framed by the overhanging foliage was the outline of a fox cub. We watched while Reynard stretched and shuffled. He couldn’t see us, but like when women instinctively know to adjust their clothing, he sensed us watching, so he slowly stood up and slinked off.
I’d read the accolades about The Queens Head and was surprised they only had three cask ales on and maybe twice as many keg lines, plus some decent cider and a lengthy bottle list. I decided to pay the premium for a half of The Kernel IPA (Simcoe, Columbus), I’ve never had anything bad from these people, although they are usually expensive they’re worth paying for so I had another one. I also tried half of Stone & Wood, Pacific ale, Untappd said it was a typical Ozzie brew, strewth, I didn’t know they went in for as much fruitiness down under – pleasant, but a bit thin after The Kernel; shouldn’t have had the strong one first, on reflection.
While I played the field a little my conservative son stuck on the cask ale. Springhead brewery beers were on two pumps; Robin Hood & Outlawed. He declared the Robin Hood to be really good and totally different to the last pint he drank a few weeks ago (which he liked). So, I had a taste of the bitter and then another and then a pint and then one of the Outlawed golden ale. Both were out and out, by far the best beers that I had tasted for a long time. To adopt CAMRA’s beer scoring criteria, they were both a 5 – Probably the best you are ever likely to find. A seasoned drinker will award this score very rarely. The few times I have had beer as good and as fresh as this was either in a brewery, at a beer festival (that I’ve set up) the night before it opened or in my old man’s pub years ago. It was almost a shame that kick off time loomed and we had to make our way across town to Wembley. I’m back next week for the England game and The Queens Head will be the first calling point after alighting at Kings Cross, it’s literally five minutes walk from the station. I honestly can’t wait.
Unfortunately, while I waxed lyrical about the quality and condition of the ale, I overlooked the need for a few photos, but you’ve all seen a photo of a pub before so you’ll have to content yourselves with one of me at Wembley.




Now I’ve got that out of my system, I had a fish finger sandwich. Thick granary type bread with crisply battered, quality succulent fish goujons, stacked high just waiting to be slathered with ketchup and mayo. This is the sort of thing I would make at home for myself, if they turned out like these every time I would be well pleased. The biggest problem was knowing where to start. I can see me going back again and again, just for one of these. With a shared bowl of chips, which were crispy, crunchy, chunky this was a proper belly buster of a meal.
I aired a few views on Assets of Community Value in my last post. Twenty nine pubs closing every week, but what about all the new pubs that are opening? I’m sat typing this on the location of Broadchurch so expect some Dorset related posts over the next few weeks. However, my general area of interest is Leeds where we have seen several recent additions to the city centre scene, and across the suburbs, proving, to me at least, that poor operators are failing and those providing what people want are thriving.
The
A lot of focus has gone into the outside features. I like the fading, faux
In terms of beers there were the obvious
So what will the beery cognoscenti think of the
The
The pub has two rooms, a lounge and a tap room/games room. The lounge is traditional with a carpet, real fire and a bit of a gloomy Victorian character. It felt a bit dingy on a bright summers day. Don’t be disappointed as you walk in, forget the lack of pumps on the bar, just look at the tap list – nearly all the pumps are in the other room.
Regulars? There was a dozen and a half in at 12.30 on Saturday dinner time. An old chap and his dog reading the paper in the lounge along with a few visitors. The majority of locals and serious drinkers were in the tap room.
I guess the overheads are a bit cheaper in Scarborough, but if you are used to city centre drinking and prices then you will have picked up on how cheap
It was much busier in the evening, but still had a really nice friendly atmosphere. On the second visit I chalked up a
Unfortunately that’s one of the vagaries of a CAMRA guide; the pub may be okay but it takes no account of diversity or the quality of the breweries on offer. Okay the CAMRA formula of real ale may be met but I, personally, want something more than what’s on offer here. You can get Speckled Hen anywhere, Theakston’s is similarly ubiquitous and I remember when Cameron’s was reviled by the holidaymakers from the industrial Yorkshire heartlands, ‘I’m telling thi, tha dunt want to be going in any of them there Cameron’s houses lad!’ I think we need to start grading the pubs, maybe real ale status and then real ale + , ++ , +++, depending on the variety and quality of the beers. By quality I mean, the quality of the brewers craft, I expect the quality of cellar craft to be exemplary wherever I go. You could even add an extra notifier for bottled beers?
Sat in the
You might think that I wouldn’t be liking
There were, four real ales OTB and a real cider;