Dropped by the Rose and Crown for Friday lunch with work buddies. Crowd of mostly older men in "meetings". Told my companions it was once a funeral parlour. He google tested my knowledge, then tried to impress the wait staff with his new found knowledge. Apparently they have a haunted tour of the building. It is what you expect of a decent pub off seventeenth, but my buffalo chicken sandwich seemed to be essentially a Chicken finger sandwich, sans any heat. Soup of the day was solid, and my companions were satisfied with their tequila tacos and steak sandwich. We were also amused by the availability of budget sex toys in the ladies loos, next to the tampons. Unsure if the men's rooms are similarly stocked. :)