The Blue Lion

Charming Venue with Unmatched Hospitality!

Ah, The Blue Lion, a pub with a patchwork history as vivid and eclectic as its patrons. Nestled in the heart of London’s nerve center, a stone's throw from King’s Cross, it offers an embrace of rustic charm that manages to offset the grimy industrial district outside its doors. On my recent visit, I noticed swift changes in management that had clearly turned the tide for the better, orchestrating a metamorphosis from mediocrity to newfound brilliance. The heavy clouds of a previous regime, notably marked by dismissive service, have been whisked away by a fresh breeze of affable and dexterous staff, which now makes it feel less like forced hospitality and more like slipping into a pair of well-worn loafers.

Walking in, you're likely to be greeted with a pint selection that might not redefine the craft ale universe, but certainly doesn’t offend—as Guinness purists will attest with near-religious enthusiasm about the sublime quality here. There’s a respectable lineup including Mahou for the discerning with continental leanings, offering every bit the lazy hour companion. Cheryl, the helm commandeer, marshals her team with flawless precision, demonstrating stellar organization under pressure during lively events; even when DJs inadvertently leave vital kits at home, they somehow perform logistical miracles affirming their good nature and innovation. Yet, wit begs the question of when Cheryl plans to tackle the treacherous hurdle of accessibility—something the pub, despite its other charms, has woefully overlooked. For now, those able to traverse its reaches will find a space reminiscent of one whose social buzz and lively communities convert causal visitors into brand loyalists instantly. — Penelope Savory