^ I love this Q. too! And I have another favourite pub to talk about -- The Queen's Head in Bulwick, Northamptonshire, England. We'd spent the morning tramping about disused local churchyards with dewy knee-high grass, looking for ancestors. Our pantlegs were drenched and our shoes were muddy. We walked into the local pub just before noon and asked for a table for 2 for lunch. The place was empty and you could have shot a cannon off inside and not hit anyone, but the barkeep asked if we had a RESERVATION! We said no, and he poured over a reservation book, frowning, and then said, okay, I guess we can squeeze you in. We thought he was kidding, but in about 10 minutes everyone from the surrounding towns seemed to flood through the door. It was Sunday, and the pub served a fabulous "Sunday Dinner" at midday. Roast beef, Yorkshire pudding, and all the trimmings. And it's a very picturesque pub, dating from the 17th century:
http://www.restaurant-guide.com/queens-head-3.htm
< Not very productive today.
V Pass the Q, of course!