The Nags Head — Restaurant in London

Our last visit to the Nag's Head. It is disappointing how this pub was one of our favourite​ of our neighbourhood and when we had a special occasion to celebrate the Italian chef turned to be so nasty and miserable! We attended this pub quite a few times in the past 3 years and me and my fiancé left both 5* reviews - now we realise, it doesn't deserve it! We booked a table to celebrate our wedding promise at the register office on Monday 8.5.17. Our friend wanted to make a gift for us and so baked a cake. She did call on Saturday 6th and asked if she can bring a cake from the outside and the guy over the phone said yes and also advised the pub opening time on Mondays. When we arrived with all our guests on the special day the chef came to the bar to argue with me and my friend that he would have not accepted the cake, making a fuss in front of my guests. We informed him that we have asked permission over the phone to one of the staff and he literally said "the guy was front of house and he as chef is back of house so there is nothing to do with him". The owner of the pub, a very nice lady that we have always spotted in the past, nicely allowed us to have the cake and if it was not for her we'd have left straight away bcos of the chef miserable behaviour. In the evening we have ordered pizzas, paying 56£ for food and around £150 for drinks. Monday evenings at the pubs are generally not crowded so I think the chef has been quite silly by disappointing us on this day of celebration, considering that we had spent good money on a Monday night. If you have issues between Front of House and back of house then you should deal with that internally and not making yourself looking ridiculous with customers. The young pizzaman shouldn't have any contact with customers as he is an embarrassment to all the staff of the pub. I hope he get sacked by the owner as he is a real shame and if he is not he should just stay there and COOK. That was sadly our last visit to the Nag's Head. Do not suggest this pub at all to celebrate Special occasions and even if previously we were loyal customers I'm sure we will find chefs more welcoming and professional in the other pubs of...

Me and my friends went here as a surprise birthday celebration for our friend after recently finishing our a levels. We were so excited as we had heard how lovely the pub was and it was our first outing after our exams. We sat in the garden where we were stared at by the landlady for the majority of the night which made us very uncomfortable. She also came over and threatened us and accused us of taking drugs despite us giving absolutely no indication of doing so. This was shortly followed by her telling us that “us youngsters” were not welcome in her pub and following us into the toilets as we were on our way out to continue her threats which is a completely inappropriate thing to do to a group of people probably a quarter of her age. After the horrible experience we had, we looked at the reviews and it seems like some customers have had incidents where the staff, and landlady especially, have been racist. I would like to say that I am shocked by that claim but unfortunately after the way we were treated yesterday despite acting in the same way as other the large groups of people there (who were older than us), I cannot say this would surprise me at all. If you are a white, middle class person who is over the age of 21 or so, you’ll probably get on alright but if you’re not personally I just...

Like this pub but they should be shut down immediately for crimes against the Sunday Roast. The menu said 'lemon, black pepper and thyme seasoned roast chicken with rosemary roasted potatoes' ... enough to make me pay the £14.95 asking price. The chicken was a monstrous individual breast that hadn't been roasted but somehow boiled so that the skin was like a twice used prophylactic. Can't help thinking of the poor mutant hormone addled battery farm b*stard bird it came off. The potatoes were deep fried. Neither element had ever seen a herb before ... or a chef it seems. The Aunt Bessie's Yorkshire pud acted as a golf tee for the pellet of wizened stuffing. Had I come prepared with a 9 iron I would have knocked that inedible ball of dry sorrow straight at the landlords head. This all sat on top of 2 titanic portions of boiled cabbage (one red and a bit vinegary, one yellowy green ... mmmm). This anti-food fart fest was doused with 2 pints of instant gravy. So like salt sauce really.

Really really awful in the most bland way. Just a massive pile of nothingness. Mainly beige. Totally misleading description on the menu. Ridiculously wasteful too. The portions were HUGE. So uninspiringly sh*t I couldn't even be arsed to complain.

Oh god I'm so depressed. Why can't pubs cook...