Queen Elizabeth

Warm Welcome and Impeccable Hospitality Await!

Ah, The Queen Elizabeth—the name alone conjures an image of regal dining and stately British indulgence. Yet, balancing its charm between a faded glory of yesteryear and the earnest aspirations of a community hub, this quintessential pub makes an intriguing pit stop. With new management and energetic faces like Ryan and Neville now smiling behind the bar, one senses a renewal in spirit. Though lacking a Michelin star, the true stars of this establishment are indeed its team—Banjy and Tadhg bring a slice of British charm served with a wink. They do manage to scatter an array of gestures amidst whistles of cappuccino steam, all very fetching when you're grasping for the life-saving roasted rosemary potatoes (perfectly fluffy on good days).

Yes, it lacks certain predictable precision that one might expect from a royal namesake—a curry regrettably bland or a treasonably burnt pie may puncture your gastronomy euphoria. But we're here to be delighted by pubs, not deconstructed by Michelin semantics. And oh, linger by the famed children’s play corner adorned with stacks of worn toys—that's if your heart yearns for characters more undemanding than human companions. Come on a Sunday for a rib-sticking roast amidst locals who swear by traditional ales and friendly bonhomie, complete with ample laughter and canine accompaniments. Ignore the grumblers ranting of waiting times and remember: grading it harshly would be akin to blaming the sun for setting—it is but a part of its rich tapestry. Would we return, dragged perhaps by promises of surpassing nostalgia. 🍻 — Penelope Savory