Do not get the Queen’s Head and the Old Queen’s Head mixed up. The one in King’s Cross has a long list of craft beers and old boys sat at the bar and the other, in Islington, is where the gladiatorial Paul Mescal used to ease in to become convivial.
We’re at the former, here. The one sans Mescal and, incidentally, sans mezcal. Lots of beer though, more than 10 cask ales, none of which I tried because I had the solitary lager, a crisp, refreshing Czech number.
