The Queens Arms, Kilburn

The landlord is a complete and utter power freak who eavesdrops on his customers' conversations, making what he thinks are witty comments, but which are in fact the ramblings of an imbecile.

The food all comes out of packets from the freezer, which is then fried in diesel fuel and served with a snarl. "Excuse me," I heard someone say, "have you got any bread?" To which the landlord barked: "BREAD! of course I've got BREAD!"

A dingy, nasty hole of a place, I would definitely avoid it like the plague - especially the nasty landlord who is not cut out for this kind of work.

23 Sep 2008 18:15