The Kings Head Pub

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a "proper gastro" establishment. The Kings Head Pub in London had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. Another historic boozer given the trendy treatment, I thought, probably serving overpriced small plates to people who think Instagram is a food group.

I'll admit, begrudgingly, that I was wrong. Sort of.

The Kings Head Pub has managed to pull off that rarest of transformations - maintaining its soul while dragging itself into the modern era. The interior strikes that delicate balance between "ye olde London pub" and "actually clean enough to eat in" - a feat that shouldn't be remarkable but somehow is in this city.

Live music on Saturdays could have been a disaster - we've all suffered through enough painful pub performances to last several lifetimes. But somehow they've managed to curate acts that don't make you want to stick cocktail stirrers in your ears. The atmosphere manages to be lively without crossing into that dreaded territory where you have to shout your drink order directly into your companion's ear.

Speaking of drinks, they haven't succumbed to the temptation to turn every cocktail into some sort of theatrical production involving smoke machines and edible glitter. The bar staff actually knows how to make a proper drink without turning it into performance art. A revelation, really.

The food... well, this is where I'm forced to eat my words along with some surprisingly excellent dishes. The menu walks that fine line between pub classics and more ambitious fare, and somehow doesn't fall flat on its face trying to do both. The Sunday roast (yes, I went back multiple times - sue me) is actually worth crossing London for, which pains me to admit given how many mediocre versions I've endured over the years.

What truly sets The Kings Head Pub apart - and I can't believe I'm saying this - is the atmosphere they've cultivated. The new management has somehow created that elusive "best friend's living room" vibe, if your best friend happened to be an excellent cook with impeccable taste in interior design and a proper drinks cabinet. It's comfortable without being shabby, elegant without being pretentious, and welcoming without feeling forced.

The dog-friendly policy could have been a disaster, but even this they've managed to get right. You'll find the occasional well-behaved pooch adding to the homey atmosphere rather than packs of unruly hounds turning the place into a canine social club.

Let's talk practicalities. The parking situation is surprisingly civilized for London, with both free and paid options available. They take all forms of payment (yes, even that fancy contactless thing you're so proud of), and the booking system actually works - a minor miracle in itself. The outdoor seating area manages to be pleasant rather than just a glorified smoking section, and they've even remembered to provide adequate heating for London's approximately 300 days of winter.

Groups are well-catered for, though I'd suggest booking ahead unless you enjoy disappointing your friends. The service can occasionally run on what might generously be called "pub time" during peak hours, but the staff's genuine warmth makes it hard to stay annoyed about it.

Is The Kings Head Pub perfect? No. Does it sometimes get overwhelmingly busy during prime hours? Yes. Will you occasionally have to wait longer than ideal for your food? Also yes. But here's the thing - and I hate that I'm about to write this - it's worth it.

For those seeking an authentic London pub experience that doesn't involve sticky carpets or questionable hygiene standards, The Kings Head Pub has somehow become the answer. It's the kind of place that makes you want to become a regular, despite your best cynical intentions. Go ahead, book a table. Just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming one of those irritating people who can't stop recommending their "local" to everyone they meet.