An unpretentious old boozer away from the trendy mayhem of King’s Road, the Queen’s is genuinely cherished because it has actively resisted improvements, revamps or gastro-makeovers – despite its upscale foodie postcode. Instead, it’s a defiantly local haunt that also happens to be one of London’s original gay pubs. However, despite the rainbow flag pinned over the door, shop assistants & grey-haired taxi drivers in jeans & trainers happily rub shoulders with the pub’s camper clientele in the labyrinthine, Tardis-like interior. The atmosphere is what counts here: drinkswise, expect a couple of real ales on tap, a perfunctory laminated wine list & a fridge stocked with bottled beers. Likewise, the menu contents itself with the usual nachos, burgers, pies & suchlike.