Another year, another Mother’s Day, another British Pub. What could be better? Just about nothing, that’s what. This year we tried Ye Olde King’s Head in Santa Monica.
The Olde King’s Head has been in Santa Monica since 1974 so it’s got to be quite good to last that long – oh and it was. They have a pub, a restaurant and a gift shop [Shoppe]. Obviously, I had to pop into the gift shop and pick up some delicacies before we left. Actually, I only got some Bisto, but I could have spent a ton.
Anyway, back to the restaurant. We got there about 1:30 p.m. and it was busy, being Mother’s day and all and of course we didn’t have a reservation. They have two rooms and an outside patio so there was room for us anyway. The wind was blowing like anything so the outside patio was not our choice. It would have been nice though, as you can see the sea from there… yup, it’s just like being in Brighton! Sort of.
So as we sat down and looked at the menu it became increasingly obvious that we had no idea what to choose. Everything looked so tasty. Did I want a Sunday dinner, pasty and chips or a Steak, Guinness and Mushroom pie? What a flippin’ dilemma, albeit a good one. (I actually wanted them all).
|What to choose?|
I eventually narrowed it down and had the roast lamb Sunday dinner and my daughter went for the pasty with mashed potatoes instead of chips. Both were bloody delicious and also bloody huge! I have to admit that I am very ashamed of myself. I could not finish my dinner, although I gave it my best effort. There was so much there. The only downside was that there wasn't enough gravy - but then I like my food swimming in it, to be fair. I'm sure if I had asked, I would have been given more.
The place is actually quite fantastic. When you walk in it’s as if you’ve just gone through a magic door to England. British memorabilia everywhere, photographs, pictures, knick knacks – it was just like being at my nan’s house! *smile* All of the waitresses we spoke to, or heard were English and the manager/boss was a very loud, very gregarious Liverpudlian. We didn’t actually get a chance to talk with him as he was everywhere, making sure people were okay. I heard him before I actually saw him and turned around expecting him to be the stereotypical Scouser complete with afro, mustache and tracksuit. He did not look like that – at all!
I will definitely be going back for the Afternoon Tea. We kept eyeing the serving racks full of cream cakes and deliciousness passing by our table. I took a photo of one of their flyers – they have sausage rolls and quiche and cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches and cream tea… oh my goodness, I could go on. I’m drooling a little.
If you want to try this place, here’s a link: www.yeoldekingshead.com
Being at the seaside, we decided to take a stroll down to the seafront and along the pier (as you do). Once again, it was very noticeable that we were not, in fact, in Brighton. Although it was quite chilly and very windy, there were a few distinct differences. Look at that beach – definitely not England. Although there was a big wheel on the pier, but no penny arcade or bumper cars, and definitely no rock.
|This is NOT Brighton|
|No rock, but there is a Big Wheel|
This is not a paid review, but I had to share because it's great. And also, I can't not post a picture of the other present I got. My daughter seems to know me so well!!
|It's for the wall in my office!!|