Go only for the historical value. Waitress brisk and unpleasant. She poured me a sloppy beer, dripping all over the glass and on to the floor. Had the feeling she wanted to keep the pub a local pub and did not like tourists. Not going back ever again.
© Rob Greig
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Time Out says
Posted: Mon Jul 18 2011
Although its terrace helps to create a continental atmosphere, at least when joined by others along this pedestrianised stretch, the Queens Larder is a classic British pub.
The royal connections advertised in the name are, for once, legitimate: it was here that long-suffering Queen Charlotte hid the medicaments of her husband, the famously ‘mad’ King George III.
A medical connection remains: off-duty staff from nearby Great Ormond Street are among the latter-day regulars at this wooden cubby-hole, sipping Greene King IPA and Old Speckled Hen while munching spam fritters, chips and beans or roast beef and Yorkshires (less than a tenner). Gilt-framed posters for theatre and Royal Ballet productions bring things up to date, if barely.
Queens Larder 1 Queen Square