Queen’s Arms

So after desperately trying to find a pub that serves food on a Sunday night, we ended up here, 4 adults with one child.
The interiors are extremely boring, when we asked if they served food they gave us nothing but a nod, and we took a seat in the dining area. The waitress comes to take our drink orders but we didn’t get a drinks menu so she sighed at us for not exactly knowing what to drink. When I asked her about what’s in the chicken burger, she literally said «I don’t know… Chicken?».
She came back with our drinks and took our food order. Not a single smile, just standing there because she has to. Not because she wants to.
They do not to kid sizes or menus.
The burgers were awfully ugly with low standard and the grilled chicken with vegetables was a thin piece of chicken breast with TWO pieces of broccoli. My potato wedges were cold.
For this we payed almost £60. Wow.

A half decent place to go and get pissed and listen to a live pub band roll out some classic 80s and 90s on a weekend night to make a change from the usual dance beats the Djs churn out around here.

The food in this pub is not very traditional. I ordered roast beef and green beans and I got minute steak and raw cabbage. It was very chewy and not very tasty. My friend ordered breadcrumbed chicken with spaghetti which was a better dish. The food seems overpriced for the standard they are offering. However, the bar was clean and there is plenty of room to relax. The menu is huge and I wonder how they can keep everything fresh offering so many dishes.

My wife and I have been going here on average about once every couple of weeks for the last 6 months. The service and food quality hasn’t been 100% consistent, but always decent. However, they seem to have overhauled their staff recently and the last few times we’ve been there we were met with an inexplicable attitude of disdain by the wait staff. I have noticed a general aloofness in London that’s remarkably different from the kind of service one gets used to in the US, and I have no problem with that. This, however, was on a whole other level. Eg, when I asked for mayo the waitress just seemed to ignore me. When I repeated my request to make sure she heard me she responded with a dismissive «got it» as she already had her back turned and was walking away from the table. Needless to say, she never returned to our table. This was on a Saturday afternoon and the place was not busy at all. I’ve rated 1 star because good service is a crucial part of the experience of dining out and there is no excuse for intentionally bad service.

While traveling abroad I found a small sanctuary at the Queen’s Arms. I was traveling over the Christmas holiday and while the entire city was closed and its denizens were playing family time, this pub was open. Christmas evening played out thusly: My father and I cheersing pint glasses together while a live band from Kosovo played classic, American rock and some Christmas tunes. As the night progressed the pub slowly began to fill with patrons, looking for a sneaky pint, to near max capacity. Atmosphere-​wise this pub is all anyone could ask for.
The food is here traditional English flare. I tried several of their pizzas and while none were mind-​blowing it was all tasty. Oh… their Greek salad was amazing, and I’m a Greek-​American. A mix of tomatoes, cucumbers, olives, and feta on top of a warm pita is what should be their claim to fame. It may be odd to talk about the merits of a salad, but I ordered two back to back.
A friendly pub with friendly staff and an inviting atmosphere, Queen’s Arms is a must for anyone in the area, especially those staying at the Marriott across the street.

Give me a good friend, a pint, and a gorgeous pub in a fantastic neighborhood, and ive got all the ingredients for a good time. this place fits wonderfully within the recipe.
came here a bunch. any time of day you’ll find this place buzzing with good beers and good vibes.
highly recommend. when i return to london ill be back.

The Queen Arms ist ein einfacher Pub.
Hier geht man nicht zum Essen hin, sondern zum Bier.
Das Bier ist günstiger als im Marriott Hotel gegenüber.
Pub-​Food gut, freundlicher Service.

A decent but ultimately unmemorable Youngs pub, in an area that is relatively poorly served when it comes to good watering holes. A drinkable pint was had and that’s about I can really say.

Where to begin?
At the start, Chris. At the start. Well, my family have been coming to this local since before I was born. Since my dad was born as well. It had always been a great place to go to drink with people from the area. Then the 60’s and 70’s came around and it still held a great reputation — there are countless hilarious stories that float around at my family gatherings about the fights, arguments and encounters that happened during this supposedly «Golden Era». Well, the 80’s rolled around and the place became dingier and smellier. Somehow this never stopped every single man in my extended family heading there for Boxing Day drinks, while us kids played with our Christmas presents and waited to see the varying states of disarray that the menfolk of my family would return in. In the 90’s this still continued but at the end of the decade, the pub was really a dead entity. Much like most of my relatives by this point.
So, recently I noticed that they gave the place an overhaul. It LOOKED better… but I still did not chance it. They gave it an even more of a makeover not long after. By now, it actually looked good. There were even people in there and everything. I was impressed.
So, when a relative was in town from New Zealand and he called me from there, I put on my bulletproof vest and gas mask and headed over… I was very surprised to find a great pub! The atmosphere was buzzy, the staff were great and the drinks were reasonably priced. What a shock. This secured my vote and I have been returning there regularly since. Funny how this behaviour spans three generations of my family now…
So then, why are you giving the place only two stars Chris G??? Well, I chose to eat there. Big mistake. Meeting my friend and my cousin in there last night, two of us chose to eat — my cousin was far too sceptical for all that. Rightly so.
Mark ordered the Kofte kebab, chips, selection of breads and salad. I went for the Grilled King Prawns with noodles. Now I am going to tell you about a little habit that I have… Whenever I visit a new restaurant, I order Calamari as a tester. It gives a lot away about a place. Is the calamari tough? Stringy? Oily? What is the portion like?
In this example, the Queens Arms fails the arm test. The squid was dry, tasteless, thin and was a very small amount for a fiver. The experience did not improve from there. My prawns were OK enough, but laughably there were served on what looked, smelled and tasted suspiciously like BEEF SUPER NOODLES. No joke ladies and gentlemen. I was even left with that authentic «too much MSG, too many E-​numbers» taste in my mouth. Needless to say, I spent a lot of last night feverishly refilling my Brita filter.
The «Piece de no resistance» came in the greasy form of Mark’s Kofte (or Qofte as the menu’s typo suggested). Since when did Kofte kebab, chips, selection of breads and salad become CHEAP Iceland hamburgers, dodgy french fries, half a french loaf and some mixed lettuce and cabbage. The poor guy was hungry and all I could do is laugh.