Because I am a kind and generous person and friend, I am willing to travel to the middle of nowhere (St. George) because Soph would like to see me, but has no energy or desire to do anything proper. She still suggests a bite to eat at The Queen’s Head, her new local. I check out the menu on Facebook and am instinctually distrustful. It has the feel of a pub chef who feels held back by the kind of establishment he’s working in, trying to make ox cheek work in a local pub. Nevertheless, we go. I am delighted to find that, even if I haven’t misjudged the situation, the chef is not wrong about his abilities. I go for the burger, which towers through sheer heft of patty rather than an overload of unnecessary and unhelpful toppings. The burger sauce is homemade and well suited to the dish, the chips are chunky and are neither too crisp nor too soggy. We share a broccoli side, one which I can’t remember how it was prepared but I do remember just how moreish it was, and how much I regret not photographing it. I think there was a chili. I hope that helps.