Saracen's Head, Kings Langley
by Ashley Cotter-Cairns
(UNOB Towers)
Bags of character: The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley, Herts, UK
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The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley was my 'local' pub for many years, even when I moved away from the village. My grandmother lives a mere minute's stagger from the Saracen's and many a happy night has been spent there with Douglas (Japan Delegate), JB, Marcus (the Diet Coke drinker) and various other friends, family and foes over the years.
The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley is a classic English pub. The building is hundreds of years old, a former coaching house on what used to be known as London Road (the old A41), which runs through Watford, Berkhamsted, Aylesbury and on into the countryside.
Indeed, Kings Langley was listed in the Domesday Book; a resting place for kings, as the name implies, being 45 miles or so from central London. There once was a castle on the hilltop, but the only remnant is a single flinty wall. The Rudolph Steiner school occupies what used to be the castle site.
Given its age, you'd expect The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley to have bags of character and in that respect it won't disappoint. It has beautiful old beams and plaster walls, weird crooked doorways and family owner-landlords who look a little like Hobbits.
For the genuine Lord of the Rings Shires experience, you can't go wrong here.
The beer has less character, though The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley is a Free House. This means they can serve anything without remaining tied to one supplier of beer. Great in theory, but in practise they don't offer a lot to inspire true beer heads.
Last time I was in they had the usual Stella, London ESB, something Czech (Zlato or Staro, I can't remember which), a cider (possibly Scrumpy Jack or Woodpecker), maybe even Carling. I admit that this is quite disappointing and something they ought to address.
It's a truly great experience to drink there on a damp winter's evening, with the fire burning and the only distractions from your own conversations those of the locals around you. In summer you can sit on a bench outside and watch the world go by.
There's something especially English about The Saracen's Head in Kings Langley. It's comforting to drink in a historical place where tens of thousands of countrymen (and who knows, maybe even kings) have drunk before you. They could change the pump lineup and it could become a real ale destination. It's that kind of home-from-home place and I love it.