QF

Just another soulless hole in the wall along the Queen St. While the bartenders are friendly, there’s really no vibe to this place. Live music, at least on a Monday night ehen I was here was drawn out and annoying. They show slide show on a TV of girls partying at QF, but I didn’t see any there that day. So, in my book, it’s just a watering hole.

QF is a weird paradox — a decidedly unrefined, provincial bar occupying probably the most urban spot in the whole of New Zealand. It shows itself off, warts and all to all the passing pedestrians on Queen Street through its wide open entry. Land values dictate that something pricier should move in at any time, but QF somehow lives on — there’s clearly some working class blokes left in the inner city! Anyway, you know the drill, it’s all about Lion Red on tap, greasies out of the kitchen, footy on the screens, and some poor bloke playing acoustic guitar. Don’t expect it to be classy because it aint, especially in the wee hours after a big night because it’s where all the inebriated souls seem to end up (either here or the nearby Burger King). But if it’s just beer and sport on tele you want, you can’t really complain.

It should tell you a lot that all the past reviews for the QF Tavern have been from males. This is not the sort of establishment where you can or should bring a classy lady. I’m from Christchurch originally, so I don’t think they even do breed classy ladies down there so I feel quite happy adding my two cents in about the olde QF.
While nothing inherently special this bar always seems to be a decent night ender, it usually has live music, different events every night of the week (avoid the Wednesday night Karaōke if your not a fan of caterwauling, and most importantly cheapish drinks for Auckland anyway.
During the day it’s a slightly more respectable establishment so if you need to take a break from some strenuous shopping down Queen Street, grab a drink and a table outside and do some people watching (happy hour is 12pm-​2pm in the afternoon)

Ah the QF. The pub that everyone in Auckland loves to snigger at as they walk past, knowing full well that one more than one occasion this is exactly where they’ll end up after they’ve been kicked out of other bars for being too pissed.
It isn’t flash, it isn’t amazingly classy, but it has a personality and ‘Screw it, I’m having fun’ vibe that most people will be drawn into at least once in their lifetime.
I’ve found myself here many a time, whether it be sinking way too much money in the pokies out the back, or having a jam to the old school club classics that blare out into the street all night long, I do have to admit that the QF never fails to entertain.
If you want an idea of what the QF is all about, all you need to do is walk past, that’s as easy as it gets, since the front of the bar is wide open for all to see.
You aren’t going to end up in the glam pages at the back fo the Herald for making a visit, but you’ll probably have a bit of a laugh at least, and in the end, how is that a bad thing? Just watch out for flying barstools.

This is not exactly the nicest bar to have a drink in the city, but it is in a great location right on Queen Street. I’ve been here for a drink a few times, and I must say there’s nothing special about it. They have average beers on tap, and the lunch food was not the best either. The inside of this pub is dark and a bit rundown, which creates a kind of dreary and tired atmosphere. I don’t want to complain too much, but I’m just not a huge fan of this place. I’ve been here to watch a few sports games, and the projector screen they have is in the worst possible place right at the front entrance, so when you walk in you are instantly in the way and everyone stares at you, it really is quite uncomfortable.

There are only two things you need to know about the QF Tavern.
The first is that this is the naked face of every other bar in New Zealand outside of Auckland. This is a classified Sports Bar with it’s trench-​coat flung wide open and exposed to the pedestrians of Queen St. The karaōke, the pokies, the «jing-​gah-​jick» guitar playing live music, the chips that taste like they were cooked in petroleum. If you’re from the Far North, the Deep South or Lower Hutt, this is your Nirvana.
Secondly, they serve beer towers (or beer giraffes or bar maids or whatever you wish to call them). Any Nirvana or Paradise or Valhalla should have beer towers.