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| - When I heard that we were spending the evening at the Queen and Beaver, my first thought was: "Queens *and* beavers? Talk about something for everyone!" As I soon discovered, however, the Queen and Beaver is not an entertainment venue but a pub--and a damned nice one.
The bar itself is small and too close to the entrance but the appropriately dark and sedate dining areas were just the place for a relaxing meal, ribald conversation, and the occasional inebriated donkey laugh. Although I admit to some sticker shock when I opened the menu, I quickly moved past it and settled on the curry, which was very tasty, as were the fries I snatched (still thinking about beavers) off my dining companions' plates. Speaking of plates, one part of me thought that the mismatched charity shop/grandma's house crockery was a nice touch but given the price of a meal, the rest of me decided that management could afford a matching set. All told, I'd happily to return to the Queen and Beaver.
Pssst (or should I say "piss"?): The gents' urinals display a refreshing bit of whimsy, definitely something not to be . . . um . . . missed.
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