The Queen Inn Cookhouse + Pub

Let’s talk about The Queen Inn Cookhouse + Pub. It’s not just a place to eat. It’s a vibe.

Where History Meets Hot Sauce

This spot has been around forever. Well, since 1844. That’s older than your great-grandma’s secret recipe.

Inside, it feels like a time warp. Exposed stone walls, low wooden beams, and a fireplace that has seen it all. But don’t get cozy—the menu will wake you up.

The “Medicine” Menu

The cookhouse serves what they call “Medicinal Eats.” No jokes. Their whole vibe is “what if comfort food could cure your soul?”

Try the smoked meat poutine. It’s a mountain of fries, cheese curds, and gravy that’s been kissed by a wood-fired smoker. It’s legally delicious.

They also make a mean “Heart Stopper” burger. It comes with bacon, cheese, and a fried egg. Your cardiologist might be mad, but your taste buds will thank you.

The Queen Inn Cookhouse + Pub, West Bromwich - Restaurant menu, prices

Pub Quirks You Won’t See Anywhere Else

The pub has its own “Beer Bible.” Yes, a Bible. But instead of hymns, it lists over 20 local craft beers on tap. You can even order a flight to “study” them.

There’s a secret trivia night. It’s not advertised much. You just have to ask the bartender, who will wink and hand you a crumpled paper with a single question: “What’s the capital of Canada?” Trick question! It’s this pub after a few pints.

The Ghost in the Corner Booth

Rumor has it, the place is haunted. By a friendly ghost named “Old George.” He was a regular in the 1800s who loved their pickled eggs.

Staff swear they’ve seen a napkin float. Or heard a whisper saying, “Extra gravy, please.” If you order pickled eggs, don’t be surprised if your seat gets cold for a second. That’s just George scooting in.

The Queen Inn Cookhouse + Pub, West Bromwich - Restaurant menu, prices

Why You Should Go Now

This isn’t a chain. It’s a living, breathing pub with a cookhouse that smokes its own brisket for 12 hours. You can smell it from the parking lot.

And here’s the weirdest part: They have a “Wall of Weird” near the washrooms. It’s covered in signed dollar bills, a rubber chicken, and a toaster from 1972. No one knows why. It’s just there. You’re not supposed to ask.

So grab your friends. Order a “Medicine” platter. Clink glasses with a ghost. And for the love of all that is holy, try the bacon-wrapped pickles. They’re insane. In the best way.

The Queen Inn isn’t just a restaurant. It’s a story you get to eat. Go write your chapter.