The Driver appears to have been going through an identity crisis of late, changing from a decent, relaxed pub (with good food) that we rather liked, to a more upmarket affair and member's club at one point. Externally, the 1930's building now has a living coat of plant life and is a striking contrast with its rather more industrial surroundings. Internally, however, the view is much more conventional - standard gastro pub decor (at least on the ground floor). There's a central bar, with a few decent ales on the hand pumps, including the American Blue Moon Ale, a pretty standard range of beer and lager on tap and an extensive and attractive wine list. We were asked if we had a reservation when we went in - not a good sign when the pub is empty. All of the wooden tables were laid for dining, and we saw the clientele turn up a bit later for their lunches. To be honest, the Driver is now almost totally given over to eating - it has a full-blown restaurant upstairs too (and there really is a private members' club at the very top). It seems the merely thirsty are relegated to the sofa area close to the pub entrance or at the bar and it's diners who are the target market. So despite the fact you can get a good pint here, to us it's not really a pub, it's a restaurant. The surrounding King's Cross area is working hard to shed its image as an insalubrious termination of a couple of major rail routes and, currently, we Londoners are not sure what to make of it.
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Reviewed by pubdog
03 Sep 2011