The King's Head was refurbished a few years ago. I didn't quite believe the hype that it was any better as I'd always considered it somewhere I'd never go in to. It was a rough place. Or at least I thought so. When my sisters suggested we meet our cousin here for lunch I was more than a bit sceptical.
The refurbishment, however, was real. It's been given a gastro-pub clean up, with a few original features polished too. The food menu, however, is the most impressive I've seen in a pub like The King's Head. From fresh gnocchi to a wild mushroom and polenta burger and more classic fish and chips and a Sunday roast, it's pretty good.
The restaurant also caters for little ones, whereby they provided my baby cousins with menus complete with a blank photo that needed to be coloured in with crayons they provided (which kept my cousin's somewhat busy).
Oh and The King's Head is dog-friendly by the way. I didn't actually see any dogs there, but I guess that's nice to know.
What really sealed it for me, was that all five members of my immediate family loved The King's Head. I like to think we're all different, but we all appreciate great customer service - I've been there twice in six days, which is a testament really because I'm what my parent's called 'the fussy one', arguably an exaggeration before they realised being particular about what you eat, would actually become my vocation, but still.
Just touching back on the food, after gorging ourselves on a massive lunch, we managed to all share a few desserts; my sister and I chose the rhubarb and berry crumble, which, served with not-too-sweet custard was bloody delicious.