Okay, let’s talk about the food. Because, yes, they do food—and it’s not just sad packets of crisps and limp sandwiches. Their Sunday roast is an absolute legend in these parts. Imagine a massive Yorkshire pudding, crunchy on the edges, soft in the middle, swimming in gravy so rich it could run for Parliament. The beef is pink and tender, the roast potatoes are crunchy, and there’s enough veg to make your mum proud. It’s the kind of meal that makes you want to unbutton your jeans and take a nap on the nearest velvet sofa.
If you’re not in the mood for a full roast, their scotch eggs are a tiny revelation. A soft-yolked egg wrapped in sausage meat, breaded, and fried until golden—like a hug in food form. And the pies? Oh, the steak and ale pie is so good, you’ll want to write a sonnet about it. The pastry is flaky, the filling is rich, and it comes with mash so creamy it could double as a pillow. Just be warned: you will eavesdrop on other tables to find out what they ordered.
The history bit (but make it fun)
Let’s rewind to 1730, when this pub was just a little coaching inn called the “Rose and Crown.” Back then, it was a pit stop for travelers on horseback, swapping tales of highwaymen and muddy roads. Fast forward a few centuries, and it’s survived everything—the Industrial Revolution, two world wars, and probably a few questionable karaoke nights in the 1980s. The old part of the building still has these wonky beams with marks from horses tethered to them. Seriously, you can reach out and touch a piece of history that might’ve been scratched by a horse named “Bess.” How cool is that?
Ye Olde Rose & Crown | Bars and pubs in Walthamstow, London
But here’s the best part: the ghost. Yep, the pub claims to have a friendly ghost—a woman in a long dress who apparently likes to move glasses around after hours. Nobody’s ever been scared; mostly, staff say things like, “Oh, she moved the pint glass again, cheeky minx.” If you visit, keep an eye on your drink. It might just become a ghost’s new favorite toy.
