The Princess Victoria is definitely one of London’s best pubs.
It’s one of my favourite pubs, the food is ridiculously good and it has just about hands down the prettiest beer garden in London.
Head over on a Sunday and find yourself an absolutely cracking Sunday roast, the roast pork is particularly great. And whatever you do, don’t eat so much that you don’t leave room for pudding – they are amazing!
But this isn’t just a great pub for mooching in on the weekend and trying to soak up a little bit of sun in their lovely sun trap of a garden. It’s also a great place to meet for a quick drink after work, as their bar snacks are delicious…(yes, when judging pubs I ALWAYS base it on the food…sorry, that’s just the way it is). They often show films and it’s just a pub with a lot of character, which I love.
So, me and my lovely friend Laurie headed over a few weeks ago. Annoyingly we were both heading off for a celebratory supper, so we didn’t go as crazy as we normally do on the ordering, but you will still get a little flavour of just how great this place is.
I started with my mandatory scotch egg. I don’t know when this began as a thing, but it’s become a sort of ritual bordering on an obsession that if I see a scotch egg on a menu, I just have to order it. As a result, I do actually consider myself rather connoisseur of all things egg and scotch. This one was pretty epic. Perfect yolk, with a crunchy crisp outside and lashings of flavour. Delish!
Then, Laurie plumped for the roast beef with all the trimmings and I got green with envy when it arrived. And yes, thats cauliflower cheese on the side, utterly gorgeous.
I ordered the starter of steak tartare, but in a bigger main course size. I have to say, when it arrived I was sure they had just bought the dish in starter size, as it was minuscule. But when I asked the waiter, I was assured it was indeed a main course. Probably a main course if you were a Borrower.
Anyway, it was delicious, as I knew it would be, which is why I wanted more of it! Lovely touch using the quails eggs and the horseradish went beautifully with the tangy mustardy steak.
Much like the scotch egg fetish I have going on, I am also completely incapable of walking past a carrot cake. It’s without a shadow of a doubt my favourite kind of cake and I had a feeling this one was going to be a goodie. It arrived looking a little like a porcupine missing some of its spikes. An unusual presentation, but my goodness this cake was good. The cream cheese icing was some of the best I’ve tasted and the cake itself was perfect. Just perfect. Not sure it needed the chocolate spikes, but they were perfect for dipping in our peppermint teas.
We sipped our teas in the gorgeous garden and completely forgot we were in the middle of London.
The Princess Victoria was one of my best kept secrets, but it honestly is too good not to share! Hope you love it too!
217 Uxbridge Rd,