Best Outdoor Seating Pubs

Just what West Hampstead needed - another gastropub with craft beer pretensions and a wolf-themed name. The Wolfpack West Hampstead in London initially struck me as yet another attempt to cash in on the craft beer revolution while serving mediocre pub grub to unsuspecting locals. But damn it all if this place hasn't managed to charm even my cold, cynical heart. Let's address the obvious first - yes, they've got the requisite exposed brick walls and industrial lighting that seems mandatory for any London pub renovation post-2015. And sure, the wolf imagery could've easily veered into "teenager's first tattoo" territory. But somehow, they've managed to keep it subtle enough that you won't feel like you're drinking in a "Game of Thrones" fan club. I arrived fully prepared to mock their craft beer selection, armed with years of experience enduring countless "carefully curated" tap lists. But the rotating selection at Wolfpack West Hampstead actually impressed me - despite my best efforts to remain unimpressed. Their house brews show genuine craft rather than just craftiness, and the guest beers are chosen with what appears to be actual thought rather than just picking whatever has the most outrageous name or highest ABV. The outdoor seating area deserves special mention, if only because finding decent al fresco drinking space in London that doesn't feel like you're participating in a traffic-watching competition is surprisingly rare. The front terrace manages to be both spacious and somehow sheltered from the chaos of West End Lane, which is nothing short of miraculous. Inside, they've done something even more impressive - created a space that works equally well for sports viewing and casual dining without making either crowd feel like they're invading the other's territory. The screens are positioned strategically enough that you can watch the match without feeling like you're in a sports bar, or ignore them entirely while having a meal without missing out on the pub atmosphere. Speaking of food - and I can't believe I'm saying this - but it's actually good. Not "good for pub food" or "good enough after three pints" but legitimately enjoyable. The burgers (which I ordered fully expecting to write a scathing comparison to any number of superior options in London) are properly seasoned, cooked to order, and served on buns that don't disintegrate halfway through. It's almost annoying how competent the kitchen is. The pricing sits in that sweet spot where you can't quite complain but also aren't entirely sure you're getting a bargain. Main dishes hover around the "this better be worth it" mark for pub fare, but portions are generous enough to justify the cost. The beer prices are standard for London (which is to say, painful but unsurprising). The staff, frustratingly, give me very little to criticize. They know their beer list well enough to make solid recommendations, and they manage that delicate balance of being attentive without hovering. Even during quiz nights (which happen on Mondays, hosted by someone named Ellie who apparently runs a tight ship), they maintain their composure and efficiency. What truly sets Wolfpack West Hampstead apart in London's crowded pub scene is its ability to be multiple things without failing at any of them. It's a proper local that doesn't feel localized to death, a sports pub that won't scare away the non-sports crowd, and a craft beer venue that won't make you feel like you need a degree in brewing science to order a pint. For those keeping score at home: yes, they take cards (including contactless), yes, they're dog-friendly (because of course they are, this is London), and yes, they take bookings - which, surprisingly, you might actually need, especially for quiz nights or big matches. Look, I didn't want to like Wolfpack West Hampstead. I really didn't. But if you're in this corner of London and looking for a pub that manages to tick all the right boxes without being insufferably smug about it, you might as well give in and visit. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.

Listen up, because I'm about to introduce you to your new favorite spot in County Galway - Reapy's Tuam! This isn't just another Irish pub; it's THE pub that makes you realize why people write songs about nights out in Ireland. And when you're in Tuam, this is where the magic happens. You know those places that just FEEL right the moment you walk in? That's Reapy's for you. The kind of spot where you pop in for "just one pint" and end up making friends for life over perfectly poured Guinness and stories that get better with each telling. The atmosphere here? Pure gold. Picture this: You're settled into a cozy corner, the warmth of a traditional fireplace doing its thing, and suddenly the sound of live traditional music starts floating through the air. Thursday nights here are basically a masterclass in Irish culture - if Irish culture was served with a side of "why is everyone so ridiculously friendly?" Let me tell you about the staff, because they're basically local celebrities at this point. They've got that sixth sense about them - your glass is magically full before you even realize it's empty, and they remember your name like you're family. Even if it's your first time! (How do they DO that??) The pints here... oh my days, the pints! If you've ever wondered what people mean when they say "the perfect pour," just order a Guinness at Reapy's. It's like they've got some secret agreement with the beer gods or something. And don't get me started on their selection of Irish whiskeys - it's basically a liquid museum of Ireland's finest. But here's the real magic of Reapy's Tuam - it's got this incredible shape-shifting ability. Early evening? It's your chill spot for catching up with friends. Later night? The energy picks up, and suddenly you're part of the most authentic Irish pub experience you could imagine. Weekend nights? That's when things get REALLY interesting. The outdoor seating area is like finding a secret garden, except instead of flowers, it's flowing with good craic and better company. Perfect for those summer evenings when the sun seems to forget about bedtime (we're looking at you, Irish summer!). Can we talk about the trad sessions for a minute? Because they're not just music - they're time travel. One minute you're checking your phone, the next you're swept up in a session that makes you forget what century you're in. In the best possible way. Pro tip: Get there early on music nights. Not because you won't get in (though that can happen), but because watching the place transform from quiet pub to cultural hub is half the fun. Plus, you'll snag the best seats - you know, the ones where you can see both the musicians and your drink at the same time. The location in Tuam is spot-on too - right where you need it to be when you're ready for that perfect pub experience. And here's a little insider secret: the earlier you arrive, the more likely you are to catch some of the local characters who've been coming here since... well, forever. Their stories alone are worth the price of admission (if there was one!). Payment is a breeze (they take cards, cash, even that fancy tap stuff), but honestly, you'll be too busy enjoying yourself to care about the logistics. The prices hit that sweet spot where your wallet won't hate you, but your experience feels like you're getting away with something. Look, I could go on about Reapy's Tuam all day, but here's the bottom line: If you're not here, you're missing out on what might be the best night of your trip. Or year. Or life? (No pressure, but also... yes pressure.) Get yourself down here, order a pint, and thank me later. Just don't blame me when you end up staying way later than planned, making new best friends, and planning your next visit before you've even left. That's just the Reapy's effect - and trust me, you want to catch it.

Looking for that perfect London pub where every visit feels like the start of an epic story? The Whittington in London is basically that friend who knows how to turn a regular Thursday into a night you'll be talking about for months. Trust me, this isn't just another London watering hole – it's where "just one quick drink" turns into "wait, did we really just make friends with that entire bachelor party?" First things first: this place is MASSIVE. Like, "invite-everyone-you've-ever-met" massive. The Whittington has that magical quality where it somehow feels both cozy enough for an intimate catch-up and spacious enough for your cousin's surprise birthday party that accidentally went viral. And speaking of space, they've got this genius setup where tables are arranged so you're not doing that awkward shuffle-dance every time someone needs to reach the bar. BLESS. 👏 Let me paint you a picture of your future at the Whittington. Maybe you start with a casual after-work pint that evolves into an impromptu office party because someone spotted the perfect corner booth. Or perhaps you're planning that "small gathering" that ends up with your entire football team showing up to watch the match on their massive screens, shouting at referee decisions while demolishing plates of their legendary pub grub. (Pro tip: their Korean BBQ ribs will make you question everything you thought you knew about pub food.) The food here? Oh. My. Days. We need to talk about their kitchen wizardry because whoever's back there is clearly showing off. Their fish and chips could make a food critic weep, and don't even get me started on their fully loaded chips – though fair warning, you might need to fight your mates for the last one. And the wings? *chef's kiss* They've somehow mastered that perfect balance between "I can't stop eating these" and "I can still taste the rest of my food." But here's what really sets the Whittington apart from other London pubs: the vibe is IMMACULATE. The staff here don't just serve you; they make you feel like you've been coming here for years, even if it's your first visit. They've got that rare mix of professionalism and personality that makes you want to invite them to join your table (don't actually do this, but you'll be tempted). And can we talk about how this place is basically a time machine? You walk in for a quick lunch, and suddenly it's evening, you've made three new best friends, and someone's grandmother is teaching everyone her signature dance moves. The Whittington has that special something that makes time both fly and stand still – it's actually ridiculous. Dog owners, REJOICE! Your four-legged bestie is totally welcome here. They've got water bowls ready and enough space for your pup to receive their well-deserved admiration from fellow patrons. Though fair warning: your dog might become more popular than you. For all you practical planners out there (bless you), they've sorted the logistics like champions. There's actual parking (I KNOW, in London!), they take cards (including that fancy tap stuff), and they've got facilities that are cleaner than some five-star hotels I've been to. No joke – the toilets here are spotless. Like, "take-a-selfie" spotless. The Whittington sits in that sweet spot where quality meets value – you're not going to need a second mortgage for a night out, but everything's good enough to make you feel like you're living your best London life. They've even got some pretty decent weekday deals that'll make your wallet as happy as your taste buds. Listen, I could go on about the Whittington all day, but here's the deal: while you're reading this, someone else is probably having the time of their life there right now. The pub's just a stone's throw from everything else happening in this buzzing part of London, making it the perfect launch pad for whatever adventure you're planning (or haven't planned yet). So round up your crew, text that group chat, and get yourself down to the Whittington. Because let's be honest – Netflix will still be there tomorrow, but tonight could be legendary. 🍻

Just what Laytown needed - another pub. The Coast Tavern sits there, brazenly existing alongside the shoreline like it's doing us all a favor by serving reasonably priced pints. I'll admit, I approached with the sort of enthusiasm usually reserved for dental appointments, but sometimes life throws you a curveball wrapped in surprising charm. Let's address the elephant in the room - Coast Tavern Laytown isn't trying to reinvent the wheel. It's a pub. In Ireland. Near the sea. Revolutionary stuff, really. But here's where my carefully cultivated cynicism starts to crack: there's something genuinely endearing about this place that makes me want to throw away my critic's notebook and just... enjoy myself. I know, I'm as shocked as you are. The front bar has all the pretense of a favorite cardigan - worn in, comfortable, and utterly uninterested in impressing anyone. Then there's the back bar with its pool table, where local legends are made and forgotten over the course of an evening. The jukebox, which I fully expected to mock, somehow manages to strike that perfect balance between nostalgic hits and tracks that don't make you want to plug your ears with bar napkins. But it's the outdoor seating that really throws you for a loop. Positioned with the kind of view that makes you forget you're sitting outside a pub in Laytown, it's both open and sheltered - a architectural feat that seems almost accidental in its perfection. On sunny days (yes, they occasionally happen in Ireland), it's practically Mediterranean. Almost. Let's not get carried away. The staff deserve special mention, if only because they've managed to perfect that rare art of being genuinely friendly without making you suspect they're angling for a better tip. The barman, in particular, has the kind of authentic charm that makes you realize why Irish pubs became a global export in the first place. Though I tried my best to maintain professional detachment, I found myself being won over by the easy banter and perfectly poured pints. Speaking of pints - let's talk about the Guinness. I've developed a rather jaded palate after years of sampling "perfect pours" across the country, but the Coast Tavern's offering is... well, it's proper. There, I said it. The kind of proper that makes you pause after the first sip and give that little nod of appreciation, even when you're trying to remain stoically unimpressed. The entertainment lineup seems designed to systematically dismantle any remaining criticism. Friday night jam sessions feature local musicians who are actually talented (a rarity that deserves recognition), and the sports coverage is comprehensive enough to satisfy even the most demanding fan. The atmosphere during match days has that electric quality that makes even non-sports people (like my reluctant self) get caught up in the excitement. What's particularly infuriating is the price point. In an era where buying a pint often requires a small bank loan, Coast Tavern Laytown maintains surprisingly reasonable prices. It's almost suspicious how they manage to combine quality with affordability, but I've investigated thoroughly (purely for professional reasons, of course) and found no catch. For context, this establishment sits right by the beach entrance, making it dangerously convenient for post-walk refreshments. The ample parking feels like an unnecessary bonus - though you might find yourself walking home anyway, not because you have to, but because you've been convinced to stay for "just one more." Let me be clear - Coast Tavern isn't trying to be your trendy gastropub or your craft beer paradise. It's something far more valuable: a proper local that actually delivers on the promise of good drinks, good company, and good craic. The fact that it's managed to accomplish this while maintaining reasonable prices and avoiding any hint of pretension is, frankly, annoying to someone who makes a living finding fault in venues. So here's my professional advice, delivered through gritted teeth: if you're in Laytown, do yourself a favor and visit the Coast Tavern. Whether it's for the live music, the sports, the perfectly poured pints, or just the surprisingly pleasant atmosphere, you'll find something to like. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.

Just what Deptford needed - another pub with aspirations beyond sticky floors and lukewarm lager. The Arks of Deptford landed on this evolving slice of South East London like yet another hopeful contestant on the increasingly crowded stage of London's gastropub scene. I approached with the customary skepticism reserved for venues trying to elevate themselves above their station. Let's be clear - I've witnessed enough "pub transformations" in London to fill a particularly depressing Netflix series. They usually follow a predictable formula: strip out the character, add some Edison bulbs, triple the prices, and serve chips in miniature shopping trolleys. So when I pushed open the door of The Arks of Deptford, I was armed with enough cynicism to sink a small ship. But damn them. They had to go and do things properly, didn't they? First, they've managed that elusive balance between "actual pub" and "place you'd willingly eat food." The space retains enough of its pubby soul to satisfy the regulars while being clean enough that you won't need to update your tetanus shot before sitting down. The record player spinning in the corner (complete with that oddly endearing cactus perched on top) somehow manages to be both hipster and genuine at the same time. It's like they actually care about atmosphere rather than just ticking boxes on some corporate "how to make a cool pub" checklist. The Sunday roast - oh, the Sunday roast. I'm generally suspicious of any pub roast that doesn't require at least a decade of reputation-building to justify its existence. But here we are. The vegetables (particularly those carrots, which deserve their own Instagram account) arrive actually tasting of themselves rather than of the freezer they've been hibernating in. The potatoes are crispy on the outside, fluffy within - a basic requirement so often botched that its proper execution here feels almost revolutionary. Their regular menu continues the theme of "irritatingly competent." The beef burger (which you can get un-smashed, like some sort of rebel) arrives juicy and properly seasoned. The chicken and waffles suggest someone in the kitchen actually understands the dish rather than just having seen it on social media. Even the beef tacos - a dish that has no business being this good in a London pub - manage to justify their existence. The staff operate with that rare combination of efficiency and personality that makes you forget you're in London, where customer service often feels like an abstract concept rather than an actual practice. They remember your orders, offer genuine recommendations, and - brace yourself - actually seem to enjoy their jobs. Sylvia, in particular, hosts with the kind of warm authority that makes you feel like you're in capable hands. They've even managed to get the pricing right, which in London's current climate feels like some sort of dark magic. The Sunday roast deal (any roast plus pudding and a pint for £20) is the kind of value that makes you check your receipt twice. The regular menu prices won't force you to remortgage, either. The space works for various occasions - bring your laptop during the day (yes, they serve coffee that wasn't made by a Victorian steam engine), meet friends for dinner, or settle in for a proper Sunday session. They're even dog-friendly, which in my experience usually correlates positively with general pleasantness. Fine. I admit it. The Arks of Deptford has earned its place in the neighborhood. In an area of London that's changing faster than government policies, they've created something that actually works for everyone - from the breakfast crowds to the Sunday roast enthusiasts, from the casual pint-seekers to those in search of a proper meal. If you find yourself in Deptford (which, let's be honest, is becoming increasingly likely these days), do yourself a favor and give The Arks a try. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation as a cynic to maintain.

Just what London needed - another wine bar masquerading as a pub masquerading as whatever Sarah's Place thinks it's trying to be. I'll admit, I walked in with my critic's pen sharpened, ready to eviscerate yet another pretentious attempt at crafting "atmosphere." But damn it all if this place hasn't wormed its way into my reluctantly softening heart. Let's address the elephant in the room: Sarah's Place in London somehow manages to pull off that impossible feat of being both a legitimate wine bar and an actual pub without making me want to roll my eyes so hard they get stuck. The space strikes that infuriatingly perfect balance between cozy and sophisticated, like that one friend who can wear both wellies and Louboutins without looking like they're trying too hard. I was fully prepared to mock the jazz music playing in the background - because honestly, when isn't background jazz a red flag? - but it's actually... pleasant. There, I said it. It sits at that precise volume where you can still hear your companion's latest workplace drama without having to do that awkward lean-in-and-shout dance that seems to be the signature move at most London establishments these days. The cocktail program deserves special mention, if only because it forced me to delete a particularly witty paragraph about overpriced drinks served with unnecessary theatrics. The bartenders here actually know what they're doing, crafting proper drinks that don't need sparklers or smoke machines to impress. They're priced in that sweet spot where you won't feel like you're being robbed, but you're still getting something significantly better than the pub around the corner that thinks a mojito is just rum and Sprite with some sad mint floating in it. The wine list, which I was ready to dismiss as another pretentious parade of unpronounceable vintages, is surprisingly approachable. Yes, they have those special bottles for people who want to demonstrate their bonus just landed, but they also offer genuinely good wines by the glass that won't require a call to your financial advisor. Here's where things get annoying - they're dog-friendly. Normally, this would send me running for the hills (I've reviewed enough places where "dog-friendly" means "chaos with fur"), but somehow they've managed to make it work. The dogs I've seen here have all been better behaved than most of the humans I encounter in Shoreditch on a Friday night. The staff, curse them, are actually competent. Not in that rehearsed, corporate-training-manual way, but in that genuine "we actually give a damn" way that's becoming rarer than a reasonable rent in Zone 1. They know their stuff without being pretentious about it, and they'll remember your usual order without making a big show of it. For those keeping score at home: yes, they do take reservations (thank god), they have outdoor seating (because of course they do, it's 2024), and they accept all major forms of payment (including that fancy tap-to-pay thing you love showing off). The live music events are curated with an attention to detail that suggests someone actually cares about the quality of entertainment rather than just filling a calendar slot. The space works equally well for an after-work drink, a casual date, or that awkward catch-up with your former colleague who's now somehow your boss. It's good for groups too, though do everyone a favor and book ahead - the place has developed quite a following among people who, like me, probably started as skeptics and ended up as regulars. Look, I don't enjoy admitting when I'm wrong. But Sarah's Place in London has managed to create something genuinely special here. It's not reinventing the wheel - it's just making sure the wheel is perfectly balanced, well-oiled, and rolling along exactly as it should. If you must know where to find me on a Thursday evening (and I can't believe I'm making this public), I'll be in the corner with a glass of their house red, pretending I'm not enjoying myself quite as much as I actually am. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.

In a corner of Charlton where tradition still reigns supreme, the Rose of Denmark in London stands as a testament to what makes a proper British pub truly special. Not the kind of place you'll find trying to reinvent the wheel with deconstructed fish and chips or artisanal craft beer flights served on reclaimed wooden planks – and thank goodness for that. This is where authenticity doesn't need to announce itself with a hashtag. The moment you push open that familiar wooden door, you're greeted by something increasingly rare in London's ever-evolving pub scene: genuine, unfiltered neighborhood charm. The Rose of Denmark doesn't just serve drinks; it serves up slices of local life with every pint. The walls, adorned with cherished Charlton Athletic memorabilia, tell stories of victories celebrated and defeats commiserated over decades. It's the kind of place where your grandfather might have watched his first football match, and where you can still catch the game today, albeit on a slightly more modern screen. What sets this place apart isn't some revolutionary concept or trending Instagram aesthetic. It's the perfect mix of old-school pub atmosphere and modern comfort, striking that sweet spot between "vintage charm" and "actually comfortable place to spend an evening." The reasonably priced drinks menu doesn't try to overwhelm you with choices – instead, it offers well-kept ales and crisp lagers that taste exactly as they should. The staff know their regulars by name and their drinks by heart, but newcomers are welcomed with the same warm familiarity. Step inside, and your senses are treated to that distinctive pub bouquet – the woody warmth of well-worn furniture, the subtle hoppy notes floating from freshly pulled pints, and the gentle murmur of conversation that seems to have been ongoing since the building first opened its doors. The lighting hits that perfect balance – bright enough to see your drink, dim enough to feel cozy. In summer, the beer garden becomes its own micro-community, where the London sun (when it decides to make an appearance) turns every afternoon into a potential social occasion. The pub's layout feels like it evolved naturally over years rather than being designed by committee. There's the main bar area, where regulars perch on their unofficial-but-everyone-knows-it's-theirs barstools, and comfortable nooks where smaller groups can settle in for long conversations. During football matches, the atmosphere transforms – the energy electric but never intimidating, with supporters and casual viewers alike sharing in the collective experience. What really makes the Rose of Denmark tick is its ability to maintain that increasingly rare balance between being a proper local's pub and staying relevant in modern London. The payment options are thoroughly 21st century (contactless? Of course), but the soul of the place remains delightfully analog. Dogs are welcome, adding to that homey feel as they doze under tables or receive affectionate pats from passing patrons. The outdoor seating area serves as a perfect spot for those warm London evenings when the inside feels a touch too cozy. For sports enthusiasts, this isn't just another pub with a TV in the corner. The dedication to showing matches, particularly when Charlton Athletic is playing, transforms the space into a community living room. The cheers and groans that echo off the walls during crucial moments feel like they're part of the building's very foundations. Nestled in a part of London that's seen its fair share of change, the Rose of Denmark stands as a reminder of what neighborhood pubs should be – unpretentious, welcoming, and genuine. You won't find elaborate cocktail menus or small plates of fusion cuisine here. What you will find is a proper pint, served at a fair price, in an atmosphere that makes you feel like you've been coming here for years, even if it's your first visit. So next time you're in Charlton and fancy a proper pub experience, skip the chain establishments and head to the Rose of Denmark. Whether you're catching a match, meeting friends, or just fancy a well-kept pint in genuinely good company, you'll find yourself in exactly the right place. Just don't be surprised if you end up staying longer than planned – that's part of the charm, and precisely what keeps people coming back to this London gem decade after decade.

Step into Leonard's Pub and Grocery in Castlebar, and you'll swear you've stumbled through a time portal into the Ireland of your grandparents' stories. This isn't just another pub in Mayo's heartland - it's a living museum where perfectly poured pints share space with vintage grocery shelves, and every corner whispers tales from decades past. The magic of Leonard's lies in its steadfast refusal to choose between being a pub or a grocery store. Like that friend who somehow manages to excel at two completely different careers, this Castlebar gem pulls off the dual identity with remarkable grace. One side of the establishment proudly displays meticulously maintained wooden shelves stocked with everyday essentials, while the other houses a bar that's been perfecting the art of the perfect Guinness pour since before many of us were born. Walking through the door feels like entering your favorite uncle's living room - if your uncle happened to collect fascinating historical artifacts and serve some of the best pints in County Mayo. The worn wooden floors creak beneath your feet with a friendly sort of welcome, each board having supported generations of locals and curious travelers alike. Vintage advertisements and yellowed newspaper clippings adorn the walls, creating an authentic tapestry of local history that no interior designer could ever replicate. The bar itself is a masterpiece of traditional craftsmanship, its dark wood polished to a warm glow by countless elbows and entertaining stories. Behind it, you'll likely find one of the Leonard family members, who've mastered the delicate art of being both professional publicans and unofficial town historians. They pour drinks with the kind of precision that makes you realize why Guinness really does taste better in Ireland, while casually sharing tales about the pub's history that would put your favorite podcast to shame. The grocery section isn't some quaint afterthought - it's a functioning throwback to the days when Irish pubs served as community hubs for more than just libations. The shelves stock everything from basic necessities to local specialties, including their legendary freshly sliced ham that locals swear by. There's something undeniably charming about being able to pick up a loaf of bread while waiting for your pint to settle. The atmosphere strikes that perfect balance between lively and laid-back that Irish pubs are famous for. During quieter afternoons, you might find yourself in an impromptu history lesson about the area, while evenings often bring live music that feels less like a scheduled performance and more like a spontaneous gathering of talented friends. The reasonably priced drinks and warm welcome make it easy to understand why both locals and tourists find themselves settling in for "just one more." Speaking of settling in, the pub offers plenty of cozy nooks where you can nurse your drink and watch the world go by. The outdoor seating area provides stunning views of Nephin Mountain, making it an ideal spot for those rare sunny Irish days. Dog owners take note - your four-legged friends are welcome here, adding to the homey atmosphere that makes Leonard's special. What truly sets Leonard's apart from other Castlebar establishments is its authenticity. This isn't a pub playing dress-up for tourists; it's the real deal, maintained with pride and running on generations of expertise. The family's commitment to preserving this dual-purpose heritage while keeping the experience fresh and relevant is nothing short of remarkable. For those practical details you might be wondering about: yes, they accept cards (though having cash is never a bad idea), there's plenty of free parking, and they're more than happy to accommodate groups - just give them a heads up for larger parties. The pub is especially lively on weekends, but mid-week visits offer a more relaxed atmosphere perfect for really soaking in the historic ambiance. Next time you're anywhere near Castlebar, do yourself a favor and seek out Leonard's Pub and Grocery. Whether you're popping in for a quick pint, picking up some groceries, or settling in for an evening of music and storytelling, you'll find yourself part of a tradition that spans generations. Trust me - this is the kind of place that will have you texting friends "You're never going to believe where I am right now" within minutes of walking through the door.

The Althorp in London stands as a whispered secret across from Wandsworth Common, where the city's ceaseless rhythm softens into something more intimate. Here, brass fixtures catch the afternoon light while conversations drift like smoke through rooms that feel less like a pub and more like the living room of an old friend who knows how to pour the perfect pint. Through windows etched with decades of London weather, you'll see dog walkers pause their afternoon constitutionals, drawn by the warm glow that spills onto the pavement. The Althorp doesn't announce itself with neon or fanfare - it simply exists, as essential to the neighborhood as the common itself, a quiet constant in a city of constant change. Inside, wooden floors tell tales of countless footsteps, their patina deepened by time and care. The bar stretches like a welcoming arm, its polished surface reflecting the careful arrangement of spirits and taps that promise crafted pleasure without pretense. Here's where locals lean in to share neighborhood gossip, where newcomers find themselves drawn into conversations that turn strangers into friends over properly poured pints and well-chosen wines. The space flows naturally, like a stream finding its course. Intimate corners invite confidences, while more open areas welcome the kind of boisterous laughter that makes strangers smile. Dogs doze beneath tables, their owners trading tales of morning walks and favorite routes across the common. The Althorp has mastered that delicate balance - being both a proper London pub and a living room for the community. In the kitchen, there's a quiet dedication to doing things right rather than merely doing them. The menu speaks of thoughtful sourcing and careful preparation, where traditional pub fare meets contemporary sensibility. Fresh oysters gleam like secrets on beds of ice, while fish dishes emerge from the kitchen with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing your suppliers by name. The food here isn't about reinvention - it's about respect for ingredients and the people who come to enjoy them. When evening settles, The Althorp takes on a different character. Candlelight dances across tables, casting gentle shadows that soften conversations. The bar's brass fixtures catch and hold the light, creating little constellations that guide you through the space. Outside, the covered terrace becomes a sanctuary where the evening air mingles with the warmth from inside, perfect for those who prefer their pints under open sky. The staff move with the kind of genuine warmth that can't be trained - it simply exists. They remember names, preferences, the little details that transform service into hospitality. Whether it's Jade extending last orders with a smile or Florin sharing his enthusiasm for the latest addition to the beer list, there's an authenticity that makes every visit feel personal. Here, pricing reflects respect - for the ingredients, the craft, and the experience itself. It's a place where value is measured not just in portions and percentages, but in moments shared and memories made. The investment is as much in community as it is in consumption. As you leave The Althorp, London seems to shift around you, the city's edges softening just a bit. Perhaps it's the warmth of good food and drink, or the lingering echo of laughter shared with friends both old and new. But more likely, it's the knowledge that in this corner of London, there's a place that understands what a pub should be - not just somewhere to drink, but somewhere to belong. Step through The Althorp's door, let the warmth envelop you, and become part of a story that's been unfolding for generations. In a city that never stops moving, this is where you pause, breathe, and remember why we gather together in the first place.

Just what London needs - another pub with delusions of grandeur. The Furlong in London's increasingly gentrified landscape initially struck me as yet another establishment trying desperately to balance traditional boozer charm with contemporary expectations. Spoiler alert: I'm irritated by how wrong I was. Let's address the elephant in the room - finding a properly poured pint under £7 in London these days is about as rare as a politician keeping their promises. So when I discovered the Furlong's surprisingly reasonable pricing, my cynical heart skipped a beat. But surely they must be cutting corners somewhere, right? Wrong. The first crack in my armor of skepticism appeared when the Guinness arrived - perfectly settled, proper temperature, and with that satisfying cascade that's become increasingly elusive in London's pub scene. The second came from the unmistakable buzz of genuine conversation drowning out the usual soundtrack of phones pinging and influencers arranging their drinks for the perfect shot. The space itself refuses to conform to the cookie-cutter gastropub template that's infected half of London's drinking establishments. Instead of the obligatory Edison bulbs and exposed brick, the Furlong maintains its character without trying too hard - like that friend who's effortlessly cool because they genuinely don't care what anyone thinks. The garden area, which I fully expected to be three sad tables next to a bin, turns out to be a properly lovely space that doesn't make you feel like you're drinking in a parking lot. Live music here doesn't mean some bloke murdering Ed Sheeran covers (though I'm sure that happens occasionally). The bands they book actually know their instruments, and the sound system isn't trying to blow out your eardrums. It's almost like someone actually thought about acoustics - a revolutionary concept in London pub design, apparently. The staff, led by what must be the least pretentious landlady in Zone 2, somehow manage to be genuinely friendly without it feeling forced. I know - I was shocked too. They remember regulars' drinks, can actually talk about the beers they serve, and - brace yourselves - seem to enjoy their jobs. In today's hospitality landscape, this is practically unicorn territory. Their events calendar shows similar thoughtfulness. Bingo nights that are actually fun (words I never thought I'd write), sports screenings where you can actually see the screen, and a pool table that doesn't require a degree in geometry to compensate for wonky leveling. They even serve proper pie and mash, sourced from a legitimate pie shop rather than some frozen food distributor's idea of "authentic London cuisine." The dog-friendly policy doesn't result in the usual chaos of unleashed hounds treating the place like a canine social club, and the payment system actually works - accepting everything from cash to contactless without the dreaded "card machine's down" excuse that seems to plague so many London pubs exactly when you want to close your tab. Look, I'll admit it - the Furlong in London has managed to achieve something I thought impossible: a proper pub that's moved with the times without losing its soul. It's the kind of place where you can watch the football without feeling like you're in a sports bar, bring your laptop without looking like a coffee shop refugee, or just sink a few pints without having to take out a second mortgage. Is it perfect? No. Sometimes it gets properly rammed, especially during big matches or when there's a particularly good band on. And yes, you might occasionally have to wait for a table in the garden when the sun makes its biannual appearance in London. But these aren't really criticisms - they're signs of a pub doing things right. So here's my begrudging recommendation: if you're in London and looking for a pub that remembers what pubs are actually for, the Furlong deserves your attention. Just don't all rush there at once - I've finally found my local, and I'd rather not have to share it with all of you. But I suppose that's the price of journalistic integrity. Book ahead for events, bring cash just in case (though you won't need it), and for heaven's sake, don't tell them I sent you. I have a cynical reputation to maintain.

Get ready to discover your new favorite local in Dublin! The Slipper isn't just another pub - it's that perfect sweet spot where legendary nights are born and Monday blues come to die. Trust me, once you've experienced The Slipper's unique brand of Dublin charm, you'll wonder how you ever lived without it. You know those places that just FEEL right the moment you walk in? That's The Slipper for you. It's got that magical mix of proper pub atmosphere and modern comfort that makes you want to cancel all your other plans and settle in for the evening. Let me paint you a picture: It's a chilly Dublin evening, and you're walking into The Slipper to meet some mates. The warm glow from inside is already calling your name. The moment you cross the threshold, you're hit with that perfect buzz of conversation, laughter, and possibly the best 80s playlist you've ever heard (seriously, their music game is STRONG). Here's where it gets good. The Slipper has somehow mastered that elusive balance between "proper Dublin pub" and "actually comfortable place to spend hours." The seating is genuinely comfy (none of those wobbling bar stools that make you question your life choices), and there's enough space to accommodate your entire squad - even when Dave decides to invite his cousin's roommate's entire football team. Speaking of sports - OH. MY. DAYS. The strategically placed TVs mean you'll never miss a crucial match moment, whether you're watching rugby, football, or that obscure cricket match you've suddenly become invested in. The atmosphere during big games? Electric doesn't even begin to cover it. Now, let's talk about what you're really here for - the drinks. The Guinness? Perfection. The kind that makes you send photos to your friends with the caption "Get here NOW." Their selection of drinks goes way beyond the basics, with everything from craft beers to cocktails that'll make your Instagram followers zoom in with envy. And the prices? Let's just say you won't need to remortgage your house for a round. But what really sets The Slipper apart is the craic. The staff here aren't just serving drinks - they're creating an experience. They remember faces, they laugh at your terrible jokes, and they might even share some local gossip if you play your cards right. It's like being at your mate's house, if your mate had an endless supply of perfectly poured pints and professional bartending skills. The outdoor seating area is a hidden gem - perfect for those rare Dublin sunny days or for when you need a breather from the indoor festivities. It's where summer evenings turn into impromptu gatherings and where strangers become friends over shared cigarette lighters and "one last" drink that turns into three. Here's some insider intel: The Slipper gets properly buzzing around 9pm on weekends, so grab your spot earlier if you're planning on settling in for the night. The free parking nearby is a godsend (especially when it's your turn to be designated driver), and they take cards, so no need to hit the ATM before arriving. Located in the heart of Glasnevin, The Slipper is more than just a pub - it's where memories are made and stories begin. Whether you're planning a casual catch-up, watching the match, or starting what could be the night of the year, this place delivers. And the best part? It's authentic Dublin through and through. Listen, I could go on about The Slipper all day, but honestly? You need to experience it for yourself. Round up your crew, get down to Dublin's most underrated pub, and prepare for a night that could go anywhere. Just don't blame me when you find yourself making this your regular spot and telling everyone "I know this great place..."

Tucked away on a charming corner where Voltaire Road meets Clapham Manor Street, The Clapham Tap in London is the kind of pub that makes you wonder if you've stumbled into your own personal episode of Cheers. It's that rare gem where the craft beer flows as freely as the conversation, and the regulars' warm smiles are as genuine as the hand-pulled ales. Let's be honest - London has more pubs than you can shake a dart at, but there's something different about The Clapham Tap. Maybe it's the way sunlight streams through the tall Victorian windows, creating perfect Instagram-worthy moments without even trying. Or perhaps it's the delightfully democratic approach to dining - where else in London can you bring your own feast while sipping on some of the finest craft beers in the city? It's like having your cake and eating it too, except in this case, it's more like having your Yard Sale Pizza and drinking your craft IPA too. The interior strikes that perfect balance between traditional pub coziness and modern craft beer bar cool. Dark wood meets industrial touches, while the bar itself is a sight to behold - a lineup of taps that would make any beer enthusiast weak in the knees. The staff, armed with encyclopedic knowledge of their brews, somehow manage to make both beer nerds and casual drinkers feel equally at home. They'll guide you through the ever-rotating selection with the patience of a saint and the enthusiasm of someone who genuinely loves what they're pouring. But the real magic happens in the beer garden. Oh, that glorious beer garden! It's not just any outdoor space - it's a urban oasis that feels like your coolest friend's backyard party. Table tennis tournaments spontaneously break out while groups huddle around outdoor tables, their laughter mixing with the subtle backdrop of carefully curated tunes. On summer evenings, the space takes on an almost ethereal quality as string lights twinkle overhead and the last rays of sunlight filter through the foliage. The pricing hits that sweet spot where quality meets value - you're not breaking the bank, but you're definitely getting what you pay for. The craft beer selection ranges from familiar favorites to exciting experimental brews, with prices that reflect the pub's commitment to making good beer accessible to all. It's the kind of place where you can comfortably settle in for an evening without constantly checking your banking app. Dog owners, rejoice! The Clapham Tap welcomes your four-legged friends with open arms and water bowls at the ready. There's something wonderfully British about sipping a pint while a collection of neighborhood dogs snooze contentedly under nearby tables. The pub's dog-friendly policy adds to that community living room vibe that makes it so special. Here's an insider tip: while the pub is lovely any time, early evening on weekdays is when it really shines. That's when you'll find the perfect mix of after-work unwinders and local characters, creating an atmosphere that's both lively and laid-back. And if you're planning to visit on a weekend, arriving just after opening gives you the best shot at snagging one of those coveted garden tables. What truly sets The Clapham Tap apart from other London pubs is its remarkable ability to be whatever you need it to be. Meeting friends? The spacious interior and various seating areas make it perfect for groups. First date? The ambient lighting and excellent beer selection provide plenty of conversation starters. Solo pint? Grab a seat at the bar and you'll likely end up in a fascinating chat about craft beer with one of the knowledgeable staff members. Next time you're in Clapham, do yourself a favor and seek out this corner of pub perfection. Whether you're a craft beer connoisseur or just someone in search of a proper London pub experience, The Clapham Tap delivers something special. Trust me, one visit and you'll be planning your next return before you've finished your first pint.

Just what Dublin needs - another pub with a deceptively simple name like The Middle Shop. I've lost count of how many "authentic" Irish drinking establishments I've been dragged to, each promising that mythical perfect pint of Guinness and "genuine craic." And yet, here I am, reluctantly admitting that this unassuming spot might actually be worth your time. Let's address the elephant in the room - The Middle Shop in Dublin isn't trying to reinvent the wheel. It's not serving deconstructed shepherd's pie or artisanal whiskey flights with elaborate tasting notes. Instead, it's doing something far more remarkable: getting the basics right without making a fuss about it. The first thing that caught my attention (besides the surprisingly clean glasses - yes, I'm looking at you, every other pub within a five-mile radius) was the complete absence of trying too hard. No shamrock-festooned everything, no "Kiss Me I'm Irish" merchandise corner, just a proper Dublin pub that feels like it's been here since before anyone thought to start counting. The Guinness? Well, I hate to feed the stereotype, but it's poured with the kind of care that makes you wonder if the staff have some sort of religious devotion to the black stuff. The perfect 119.5-second pour isn't treated as a performance here - it's just how things are done. And yes, I timed it, because I'm that kind of insufferable critic. Speaking of staff, they've managed to achieve that elusive balance between attentive and not-hovering-like-a-helicopter-parent that so many establishments get wrong. The bartenders remember faces and drinks without making it their personality trait, which in today's "everyone's an influencer" world feels refreshingly genuine. Live music here doesn't assault your eardrums with the thousandth rendition of "Whiskey in the Jar." Instead, you might catch some actually decent bands who understand that people still want to hold a conversation without screaming themselves hoarse. It's almost as if someone actually thought about the concept of ambient entertainment. The bingo nights (yes, bingo - try to contain your excitement) are surprisingly entertaining, especially after a pint or two. They even throw in free sandwiches, which, while not exactly Michelin-star fare, hit that spot that only pub grub can reach. It's the kind of touch that makes you forgive the occasional grumpy manager who seems to have graduated from the Victor Meldrew School of Customer Service. For those keeping score on modern conveniences, they take cards, support contactless payments, and haven't succumbed to the cash-only nostalgia that some Dublin pubs cling to like a security blanket. There's outdoor seating for those three days a year when Irish weather permits, and the sports screening setup actually allows you to see what's happening on the screen - a novelty in some establishments. The price point is perhaps the most pleasant surprise at The Middle Shop. In a city where some venues seem to think charging tourist-trap prices is a badge of honor, drinks here won't require you to remortgage your home. It's almost suspicious how reasonable the prices are - I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out the catch. Located in a part of Dublin that hasn't yet been completely gentrified into submission, The Middle Shop serves as a reminder that sometimes the best experiences aren't the ones with the biggest marketing budgets or the most Instagram followers. It's just a solid pub doing solid pub things, and doing them well enough to make even a cynical critic like me run out of complaints. So fine, I'll say it: The Middle Shop in Dublin is worth your time. Go for the properly poured pints, stay for the bingo (I can't believe I just wrote that), and enjoy one of those increasingly rare Dublin pubs that hasn't forgotten what actually matters. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.

Let me tell you about Morans Lounge Bar in Cluain Meala - the kind of place where "just one drink" turns into stories you'll be telling for years. This isn't just another pub in the heart of Clonmel; it's where memories are made, friendships are forged, and perfectly poured pints become the backdrop to nights you'll never forget (or maybe you will, no judgment here!). First things first - the GUINNESS. Oh. My. Word. When they say they pour a beautiful pint here, they're not just throwing around pretty words. The kind of pint that makes you stop mid-conversation, take a photo (come on, we all do it), and seriously consider sending it to your Dublin relatives just to make them jealous. But that's just the beginning of what Morans Lounge Bar has in store for you. Picture this: you walk in on a Friday night, and the atmosphere hits you like a warm hug from an old friend. The modern interior somehow manages to keep that classic Irish pub soul - it's like they found the sweet spot between "Instagram-worthy" and "your granddad would approve." And the space! Finally, a pub where you're not playing human Tetris every time you need to reach the bar. Speaking of the bar - let's talk about that drink selection. Whether you're a cider enthusiast (they've got you covered with options that'll make your taste buds dance), a cocktail connoisseur, or just here for the wine, the staff knows their stuff. And these aren't just bartenders; they're like drink-pouring wizards who somehow remember your usual order even if they've only seen you twice. The smoking area deserves its own paragraph because it's basically an outdoor lounge that happens to welcome smokers. With its open roof, it's perfect for those summer evenings when you want to feel the breeze while sipping your drink. Even if you don't smoke, you might find yourself hanging out here just for the vibe. Sports fans, get ready to call this your new home ground. The TVs are positioned so perfectly you'd think a mathematician worked out the angles. No more neck-craning or standing on tiptoes to see the score - every seat's a good seat for the match. And when the game's on? The atmosphere is electric. Think championship final energy, even if it's just a friendly. But it's the live music that really sets this place apart. When the bands start playing, Morans transforms into the kind of venue where "I'll stay for one song" becomes "How is it midnight already?" The space comes alive with everything from traditional sessions to modern covers that get everyone singing along (whether they know the words or not). The staff here? They're the kind of people who make you feel like you're at a friend's house rather than a pub. Need recommendations? They've got you. Want to know what's good tonight? They'll steer you right. They've mastered that perfect balance of attentive but not hovering, friendly but professional, and somehow they manage to keep the drinks flowing even when the place is packed. Here's some insider intel: Friday nights are when Morans really shows off its party credentials. The place fills up with a mix of locals and visitors, creating this buzzing atmosphere that's contagious. Get there a bit earlier if you want to snag one of the prime spots, especially if you're bringing a group. And trust me, you'll want to bring a group - this is the kind of place that turns acquaintances into friends and friends into family. Located in the heart of Cluain Meala, Morans Lounge Bar isn't just a pub - it's your next favorite spot waiting to happen. Whether you're planning a big night out, looking for somewhere to watch the match, or just fancy a quality pint in good company, this is your place. So round up your crew, put on something that makes you feel good, and get yourself down here. Because right now, someone's starting their best night out at Morans, and really, shouldn't that someone be you?

The Sebright Arms in London reveals itself like a familiar embrace, a place where the golden glow of well-pulled pints mingles with the warmth of conversation. Nestled in its corner of the city, this pub stands as testament to London's enduring love affair with communal spaces that feel both timeless and perfectly of the moment. Through its doors, the outside world melts away, replaced by the gentle hum of contentment that only a proper British pub can provide. Here, the architecture of conviviality unfolds in layers. The intimate bar area, with its handful of coveted seats, creates an atmosphere where strangers become confidants over perfectly poured Guinness. The polished wood of the bar tells its own stories, marked by countless glasses and animated conversations. A pool table stands ready for friendly competition, while televisions mounted discretely above catch the eye during match days, transforming the space into a theater of sporting drama. The genius of the Sebright Arms lies in its dual nature. While the bar side maintains the cozy intimacy of a traditional pub, a separate restaurant space opens up like a chapter in a different book, offering a more refined experience without losing the underlying warmth that defines the establishment. This thoughtful division allows the venue to serve multiple purposes without compromising its character - a rare feat in London's ever-evolving hospitality landscape. Step into the beer garden, and you'll find yourself in an urban oasis where the city's pulse softens to a gentle whisper. Here, summer evenings stretch languidly into night, and even winter afternoons feel warmer somehow, sheltered from the bustle beyond. Dogs doze at their owners' feet while friends gather around tables, their laughter mixing with the subtle rustle of leaves above. The food offering elevates the Sebright Arms from merely good to memorable. Sunday roasts have become somewhat legendary in these parts, arriving at tables in generous portions that speak of care rather than mere abundance. Each plate celebrates the British tradition of weekend feasting, with perfectly cooked meats, crisp Yorkshire puddings, and vegetables that retain their dignity rather than surrendering to overcooking. The burger and rib offerings during the week maintain this standard of hearty, thoughtful cuisine. Behind the bar, a carefully curated selection of drinks awaits. From the aforementioned perfectly poured Guinness to a range of local craft beers, wines that punch above their weight, and cocktails mixed with precision rather than pretension, the beverages here reflect an understanding that drinking well doesn't require showing off. The staff, led by the likes of Megan and her team, navigate the space with an easy professionalism that makes everyone feel like a regular, whether it's your first visit or your fiftieth. For groups, the Sebright Arms reveals yet another facet of its character. The restaurant side can be reserved for celebrations, transforming into a private dining space where memories are made over shared meals and raised glasses. It's the kind of flexibility that makes this venue a cornerstone of its community - equally suited to quiet pints, family gatherings, or vibrant evenings watching sports with fellow fans. What truly sets the Sebright Arms apart in London's vast pub landscape is its ability to maintain authenticity while meeting modern expectations. The payment systems are contemporary, the service professional, yet nothing feels forced or artificial. This is a place that has grown organically with its community, adding amenities and adjusting its offering without losing its soul. As evening settles over London, the Sebright Arms takes on a gentle glow that beckons to passersby. Whether you're seeking the comfort of a perfect pint, the satisfaction of a proper Sunday roast, or simply a space to belong for a few hours, this pub offers something increasingly rare in our fast-paced world - a genuine place to pause, connect, and remember what matters. Come be part of its continuing story, where every visit adds another layer to the rich patina of memories that make the Sebright Arms not just a pub, but a home away from home in the heart of London.

The Anchor in London stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of the British pub culture, where community and conviviality merge in an unpretentious setting. Recently renovated yet maintaining its authentic character, this establishment represents the evolving nature of London's neighborhood pubs, adapting to contemporary tastes while honoring the traditional role of the public house as a social cornerstone. In an era where many London pubs have succumbed to upmarket gastropub transformations or corporate homogenization, The Anchor charts a refreshing middle course. Its recent refurbishment speaks to a thoughtful modernization that preserves the essential character of a proper London pub while introducing elements that appeal to both longtime regulars and newcomers alike. This delicate balance is increasingly rare in a city where pub culture faces constant pressure from changing demographics and rising property values. The venue's approach to pricing reflects a conscious decision to maintain accessibility, positioning itself as a genuine community hub rather than chasing the premium market that has claimed many of its contemporaries. This economic democracy manifests in reasonable drink prices and regular promotions, ensuring The Anchor remains true to the original spirit of London pubs as gathering places for people from all walks of life. What particularly distinguishes The Anchor in London's diverse pub landscape is its commitment to fostering genuine social interaction. The presence of pool tables and dart boards - traditional pub gaming fixtures that have disappeared from many modernized establishments - speaks to a philosophy that prioritizes active engagement over passive consumption. These gaming elements, combined with regular events including live music and karaoke nights, create an atmosphere where entertainment emerges organically from patron participation rather than being purely provided by the venue. The physical space reflects the pub's community-oriented ethos. Its outdoor seating area serves as a welcome overflow space during London's warmer months, while the interior strikes a careful balance between maintaining traditional pub elements and contemporary comfort. The presence of multiple screens for sports viewing is thoughtfully integrated, allowing The Anchor to function as a gathering spot for match days without dominating the atmosphere during regular service. Service at The Anchor embodies the best traditions of London pub culture, where staff members become familiar faces and contributors to the establishment's character. Reviews consistently mention staff by name, suggesting the kind of personal connections that transform a pub from a simple drinking establishment into a genuine community fixture. This approach to hospitality, where banter and familiarity are as important as efficient service, creates an environment where solo visitors can feel as welcome as large groups. The pub's technological adaptations reflect modern expectations while maintaining traditional accessibility. The acceptance of various payment methods, including contactless options, demonstrates an understanding of contemporary consumer preferences without alienating cash-paying regulars. This practical evolution mirrors the broader transformation of London pubs in the digital age, where convenience must be balanced against maintaining the informal, welcoming atmosphere that defines pub culture. Regular events and promotions demonstrate The Anchor's understanding of its role in London's social fabric. Rather than attempting to compete with high-end bars or gastropubs, it focuses on creating opportunities for genuine social interaction. The mix of entertainment options - from live music to karaoke nights - suggests a venue that understands its community's diverse interests and actively works to serve them. The Anchor's ability to attract both regulars and visitors speaks to its success in creating an authentic London pub experience. Its location near a Premier Inn introduces it to travelers seeking a genuine local experience, while its strong base of regular patrons provides the authentic atmosphere that visitors seek. This organic mix of audiences contributes to the dynamic social environment that defines the best London pubs. For those seeking to experience authentic London pub culture, The Anchor offers an increasingly rare opportunity to participate in a tradition that stretches back generations while remaining vibrantly relevant to contemporary city life. Whether you're a local looking for a new regular haunt or a visitor hoping to understand what makes London's pub culture special, The Anchor provides a window into how these vital social institutions can successfully evolve while maintaining their essential character.

Tucked away in a corner of West London where the Grand Union Canal meets the Thames, The Six Bells has been serving up proper pints and hearty fare to Londoners since before anyone can remember. This isn't one of those glossy, Instagram-ready London pubs that's had its soul scrubbed away by corporate makeovers. No, The Six Bells in London's Brentford is the real deal – a proper boozer that wears its centuries of history like a well-earned badge of honor. Let's be honest: in a city where traditional pubs are increasingly becoming endangered species, replaced by cookie-cutter chains and artisanal coffee shops, finding a genuine local like The Six Bells feels like stumbling upon a rare treasure. The moment you push open that heavy wooden door, you're greeted by the kind of atmosphere money can't manufacture – a warm buzz of conversation, the gentle clinking of glasses, and that indefinable sense of belonging that only proper British pubs seem to master. The interior is exactly what you'd hope for, with dark wood panels that have absorbed decades of stories and corner seats worn smooth by generations of regulars. Vintage photographs and local memorabilia cover the walls, creating an impromptu museum of Brentford's history. There's something wonderfully authentic about how the decor has evolved organically over time, rather than being assembled by a corporate design team with a "vintage pub" mood board. Speaking of proper pints, the beer selection here strikes that perfect balance between tradition and modern tastes. Yes, you'll find your classic ales and an absolutely spot-on pour of Guinness (which several locals swear is the best in West London), but there's also a rotating selection of craft beers that keeps things interesting without trying too hard to be trendy. The prices won't make your wallet weep either – a refreshing change from central London's eye-watering drink prices. But what really sets The Six Bells apart from the crowd is its surprisingly good food menu. This isn't your typical pub grub thrown in the microwave. The kitchen serves up proper homemade fare that would make your nan proud. The pie, mash, and liquor is a local legend, served the traditional London way and generous enough to satisfy the heartiest appetite. Their fish and chips deserve special mention too – crispy batter protecting perfectly flaky fish, served with proper chunky chips that haven't seen the inside of a freezer. Step outside and you'll discover one of The Six Bells' best-kept secrets: a spacious beer garden that feels like finding an unexpected oasis. It's not one of those token outdoor spaces with two tables and a sad umbrella. This is a proper garden, with plenty of seating for sunny afternoons and those mild London evenings when the weather decides to behave itself. In summer, it's the perfect spot for a lazy Sunday session, and they've even made it dog-friendly, so your four-legged friends can join in the fun. The pub really comes alive during sports events, when the atmosphere crackles with excitement. Unlike some places that treat sports screenings as an afterthought, The Six Bells gets it right – good viewing angles, properly maintained screens, and that electric atmosphere that makes watching with fellow fans so special. But even during big matches, it never loses that essential friendly character that makes it such a welcoming spot. What's particularly refreshing about The Six Bells is its staff. In a city where bartender turnover can be measured in weeks, this place has managed to maintain a team that actually remembers your face and, if you're a regular, your usual order. They're the kind of people who'll happily chat about the history of the pub or recommend their favorite dish, but also know when to leave you in peace with your pint. As London continues its relentless march toward modernization, places like The Six Bells become increasingly precious. It's not just a pub – it's a living piece of London's history that still serves its original purpose as a gathering place for the community. Whether you're a local looking for your new regular spot or a visitor wanting to experience a genuine London pub, The Six Bells delivers everything you could want, without pretense or gimmicks. Pop in for a pint, stay for the atmosphere, and discover why some places become institutions rather than just another stop on the pub crawl circuit.

Ever had one of those perfect Dublin evenings where everything just clicks? The Shoreline Bar & Bistro in Dublin is THAT kind of place - you know, where the sunset hits just right, the pint pours perfect, and suddenly you're making memories that'll have you grinning for weeks. It's like someone took everything you love about a classic Irish pub and merged it with those dreamy coastal vibes you didn't even know Dublin could serve up. Listen, I need you to picture this: You're perched at a window seat at The Shoreline, watching waves crash against the Dublin coast while nursing the kind of perfectly poured Guinness that makes tourists weep with joy. The live music's hitting all the right notes (not too loud, not too quiet - that sweet spot where you can still hear your friends' ridiculous stories). And that's just the beginning of what this place does to your evening. Let me tell you what happened last week. Walked in for "just one quick drink" (yeah, right) and ended up having one of those nights that started with a casual dinner and somehow turned into an impromptu celebration with three other tables joining in for a stranger's birthday song. The staff here? They don't just serve - they're like your best friend's cool older siblings who actually want you to have the best time ever. The food menu? Oh. My. Days. We're talking proper pub grub that's gotten a fancy makeover without losing its soul. Their chef does this thing with traditional Irish dishes that'll have you questioning everything you thought you knew about comfort food. And breakfast? Don't even get me started on their full Irish - it's the kind of morning feast that makes you want to hug the cook. Speaking of timing - The Shoreline does this incredible thing where it shape-shifts throughout the day. Morning coffee and papers by the window? Sorted. Power lunch with the work crew? They've got your back. Romantic dinner date with those twinkly harbor lights? PERFECT. Late-night pints and banter? You better believe it. The cocktail game here is STRONG (literally and figuratively, if you know what I mean 😉). Their mixologist does this thing with Irish whiskey that should probably be illegal in at least three countries. But it's not just about the fancy stuff - they pour one of the best pints in Dublin, and I will actually fight anyone who says different. Here's some insider intel: Book ahead for dinner, especially if you want one of those prime window seats (trust me, you do). They do this amazing early bird menu that's basically highway robbery for the quality you're getting. And if you're coming with a group? Tell them it's someone's birthday. Just... trust me on this one. The location is basically what would happen if a postcard came to life and decided to serve drinks. Right on the Dublin coast, it's got this whole "am I on vacation or do I just feel like I am?" vibe going on. The parking situation is sorted too - both free and paid options, so you can forget about that typical Dublin parking nightmare. Look, I'm not saying The Shoreline Bar & Bistro is going to change your life, but also... it might? It's one of those rare spots that makes you feel like you're exactly where you need to be. Whether you're planning a big night out, a family lunch, or just need a perfect pint with a view, this place delivers. And the best part? It somehow manages to be both a tourist's dream and a local's secret at the same time. Don't be that person who "means to check it out someday." The Shoreline is serving up the kind of Dublin magic that makes ordinary evenings turn into stories you'll be telling for years. Get yourself down here, grab a window seat, order something delicious, and watch your evening transform into exactly what you needed it to be. Just don't blame me when you end up making it your new favorite spot in Dublin - I tried to warn you about how good it is!

Just outside the bustling heart of Dublin, The Fox Inn stands as a testament to everything a proper Irish pub should be. This isn't just another watering hole in the endless sea of Dublin pubs - it's the kind of place where the Guinness pours so perfectly, you'd swear they had a direct pipeline to St. James's Gate itself. Let's be honest - finding an authentic Irish pub experience these days can feel about as likely as spotting a leprechaun doing their taxes. But The Fox Inn in Dublin's Ashbourne area manages to capture that elusive magic without trying too hard. It's the pub equivalent of that friend who's effortlessly cool - you know the one who never seems to be trying but always gets it right. The moment you step through the door, you're hit with that indefinable sense of 'yes, this is exactly where I want to be.' The wooden beams overhead have absorbed decades of stories, and the warm glow from traditional fixtures creates the kind of lighting that makes everyone look like they're starring in their own Irish tourism commercial. It's not trying to be Instagram-worthy - it just is. What sets The Fox Inn apart from other Dublin pubs is its perfect balance of old-world charm and modern comfort. The bar staff operate with that peculiarly Irish blend of efficiency and charm, managing to remember your drink preference while simultaneously keeping up with the local banter. They pour a pint with the kind of reverence usually reserved for religious ceremonies, and let's be real - in Ireland, a properly poured Guinness is practically a religious experience. Speaking of that perfect pint - let's talk about what might be the best-kept secret in Dublin's pub scene. The Fox Inn's Guinness has earned a reputation that brings people from miles around. There's something about their pour that creates that impossibly creamy head and that cascade of bubbles that looks like a reverse waterfall in slow motion. It's the kind of pint that makes you want to take a picture, but you're too busy enjoying it to bother with your phone. The pub's atmosphere shifts seamlessly throughout the day. Afternoons are peaceful affairs, perfect for a quiet pint and maybe a bit of work on your laptop (though you might want to close those spreadsheets when the evening crowd rolls in). As darkness falls, the energy picks up, especially when there's live music. Local musicians set up in the corner, and suddenly you're part of a scene that feels like it could have happened any time in the last century. Their outdoor seating area is a particular triumph - a comfortable space that manages to feel both part of the pub and its own distinct environment. On those rare sunny Dublin days, it's absolute gold dust. Even when the weather's doing its usual Irish dance between drizzle and downpour, the covered sections provide a cozy spot to watch the world go by while staying dry. For sports fans, The Fox Inn has positioned itself as one of the better spots in the area to catch a match. Multiple screens are strategically placed so you won't miss a moment of the action, whether it's rugby, football, or GAA. The volume is kept at that perfect level where you can follow the game without having to shout your drink order. What makes this place even more appealing is its accessibility. The prices won't make your wallet weep - it's refreshingly affordable for Dublin, where a pint can sometimes cost as much as a small car. The free parking (both in the lot and on the street) is a bonus that shouldn't be underestimated in this part of town. Here's the thing about The Fox Inn in Dublin - it's not trying to reinvent the wheel. Instead, it's perfecting what makes Irish pubs special in the first place: good drinks, friendly service, comfortable surroundings, and that indefinable something that makes you want to stay for "just one more." Whether you're a local looking for your new regular spot or a visitor seeking an authentic Irish pub experience, do yourself a favor and make the short trip out to The Fox Inn. Just don't blame me if you end up staying longer than planned - that's just what happens when you find a proper Dublin pub that feels like home.

In the heart of Dublin, Croughs pub stands as a testament to the timeless Irish tradition of gathering, sharing stories, and savoring perfectly poured pints. The warmth emanating from its weathered facade beckons passersby like a lighthouse in the urban sea, promising sanctuary from the bustle of city life. As you cross the threshold of Croughs Dublin, the familiar embrace of dark wood and amber lighting wraps around you like a well-worn jacket. The air carries the harmonious blend of conversation and laughter, punctuated by the gentle percussion of glasses meeting in toast and the distant click of pool balls finding their mark. Here, time seems to flow at its own peculiar pace, measured not in minutes but in stories shared and friendships forged. The bar itself is a masterwork of preserved heritage, its polished surface bearing the subtle marks of countless elbows and countless tales. Behind it, the staff move with the practiced grace of artisans, each Guinness poured with reverent patience, each measure of spirits dispensed with care that borders on ceremony. Watch closely as they tilt the glass just so, waiting for the perfect settle before topping off your pint – it's a ritual that transforms mere beverage into something approaching sacred. In the evening, when Dublin's workday dims to dusk, Croughs comes alive with a different energy. Live music fills the space on selected nights, the melodies weaving through the crowd like golden threads, binding stranger to stranger in the shared appreciation of song. The musicians, perched in their corner, seem to channel the very spirit of the city through their instruments, each note carrying echoes of Dublin's rich musical heritage. The space unfolds in organic segments, each area offering its own particular charm. The main bar draws the sociable souls, where conversations flow as freely as the drinks. Further back, the pool table stands sentinel, its green felt a stage for friendly competition and good-natured rivalry. The lounge area provides a more intimate setting, where small groups gather in comfortable booths, their conversations protected by the gentle acoustics of the space. What sets Croughs apart in Dublin's pub landscape is its unpretentious authenticity. There's no artifice here, no forced attempt at "Irish charm" for tourists. The prices remain remarkably accessible, a conscious choice that keeps the pub true to its community roots. Your wallet won't weigh significantly lighter after an evening here, but your spirit will feel considerably richer. The outdoor seating area serves as a natural extension of the indoor warmth, where smokers and fresh-air seekers mingle under Dublin skies. On mild evenings, these tables become prime real estate, offering a front-row seat to the neighborhood's nightly parade of characters and stories. For sports enthusiasts, Croughs transforms into a theater of passion during important matches. The strategically placed screens ensure no crucial moment is missed, while the collective gasps, groans, and cheers of the crowd create an atmosphere that makes every game feel like a final. The staff deserve special mention – they're not just servers but custodians of the pub's atmosphere. They know when to engage in banter, when to offer a sympathetic ear, and when to simply ensure your glass doesn't run dry. Many are repositories of local knowledge, happy to point visitors toward Dublin's hidden gems or share tales of the neighborhood's colorful history. As evening deepens into night, Croughs reveals its true character as a neighborhood anchor, where locals and visitors alike find common ground in shared experience. The pub accepts card payments and NFC, matching modern convenience with traditional hospitality, while the ample free parking nearby makes it an easy destination for those coming from further afield. Step into Croughs Dublin, where every visit writes a new line in the ongoing story of this beloved pub. Whether you're seeking the perfect pint, a friendly game of pool, or simply a place to belong for an evening, you'll find your place here among the regulars and the wanderers, all united under the warm glow of Dublin hospitality.

There's something wonderfully authentic about The Huntsman in Cork that makes you feel like you've stumbled into the city's best-kept secret. Nestled in the heart of Cork's vibrant pub scene, this isn't just another watering hole – it's the kind of place where memories are made, matches are watched, and Monday nights somehow become legendary (just ask anyone about their sessions that rival Christy Moore concerts). The moment you push open the door of The Huntsman Cork, you're greeted by that unmistakable buzz of a proper Irish pub – the kind that's mastered the delicate art of being both lively and laid-back. The warm wood interiors and comfortable seating aren't trying too hard to be Instagram-worthy, and that's precisely what makes them perfect for your next social media story. It's authentic Cork through and through, without a hint of tourist-trap pretense. Let's talk about what really sets this place apart: the atmosphere during big matches. With multiple screens strategically placed throughout the venue, you'd be hard-pressed to find a bad seat in the house. But unlike some sports bars that feel like they're assaulting your senses, The Huntsman maintains that cozy pub feel even when the place is packed for a crucial game. The crowd here is a beautiful mix of locals and visitors, all united in their appreciation for good sports, better company, and excellent pints. Speaking of pints – they pour them here with the kind of reverence that would make your grandfather proud. The Huntsman's bar staff have that magical ability to remember your usual after just a couple of visits, making you feel like you've been a regular for years. Their range of drinks goes well beyond the standard offerings, though the perfectly poured Guinness is worth writing home about. And yes, they serve coffee too – because sometimes you need a different kind of pick-me-up. The outdoor area is something special, with its colorful picnic-style benches (complete with backs, thank goodness) and clever heating setup that makes al fresco drinking a year-round possibility. Even on Cork's chillier evenings, you'll find groups huddled comfortably under the heaters, sharing stories and laughter. It's the kind of space that makes you want to cancel your next appointment and stay for "just one more." While fine dining isn't on the menu, The Huntsman knows its audience well. The simple but satisfying offering of pizzas and toasties hits the spot perfectly when you're a few pints deep or need something to sustain you through a marathon match viewing. Sometimes, a well-made toastie is worth more than all the fancy small plates in the world. The pub's event calendar keeps things interesting, with their table quizzes becoming somewhat legendary among Cork's trivia enthusiasts. The back room transforms into quiz central, offering enough space for teams to spread out without feeling cramped. It's the perfect middle ground between competitive spirit and casual fun – just intense enough to make it interesting, but relaxed enough that nobody takes themselves too seriously. What makes The Huntsman truly special is how it seamlessly fits into Cork's social fabric. It's reasonably priced for what you get – that sweet spot where quality meets value – making it accessible for both spontaneous after-work drinks and planned celebrations. The staff strike that perfect balance between professional and personable, and the regulars are friendly without being overbearing. Whether you're a sports enthusiast, a quiz night warrior, or just someone in search of a proper pint in Cork city, The Huntsman deserves a spot on your radar. Pop in for a match, stay for the atmosphere, and don't be surprised if you find yourself becoming part of the furniture. After all, the best pubs in Cork aren't just places to drink – they're places to belong. Trust me on this one: skip the tourist traps and head to The Huntsman. Your future self will thank you for discovering what might just become your new favorite Cork hangout.

The Queen Victoria in London stands proudly on its Bermondsey corner, its Victorian-era brown tiles catching the late afternoon sun like weathered leather. Since 1841, this storied pub has been weaving itself into the fabric of Southeast London, a constant amid the city's endless evolution. Some say it inspired the famous Queen Vic of Albert Square, and standing before its sturdy facade, you can feel why storytellers would be drawn to its particular brand of London charm. Push open the heavy door, and you'll find yourself in a space where time moves at its own peculiar pace. The central island servery anchors the room like the hub of a wheel, with life rotating steadily around it. Light filters through windows that have witnessed nearly two centuries of conversations, casting gentle shadows across a mix of traditional fixtures and contemporary comforts. There's something almost orchestral about the way the space is composed - the jazzy carpet providing a baseline rhythm, original tiling offering historical grace notes, and comfortable booths conducting private symphonies of conversation. The atmosphere here breathes with a particular kind of London pub magic - that indefinable quality that transforms mere rooms into sanctuaries of social communion. During quiet afternoon hours, sunlight streams through the windows, creating pools of warmth where regulars gather like cats finding their favorite spots. As evening approaches, the energy shifts, the pub's pulse quickening as workers shed their daily concerns at the door. On Millwall match days, the pub thrums with anticipation, its walls practically vibrating with the energy of football faithful. The bar itself is a testament to the art of traditional British hospitality. Pints of Guinness pour with practiced precision, the perfect creamy head achieving that golden ratio between liquid and foam that marks a proper pour. The selection of keg favorites feels curated rather than overwhelming, each tap representing a different shade of conviviality. In the background, the soft click of pool balls and occasional thud of darts landing home provide a gentle percussion to the pub's everyday symphony. Beyond the main room, a walled beer garden offers refuge on warm London days, an urban oasis where conversations bloom like the climbing vines that soften the brickwork. Inside, modern touches like USB sockets in booths and strategically placed screens showing Sky Sports and TNT Sports bridge the gap between Victorian heritage and contemporary needs, without ever feeling intrusive. The pub's heart beats strongest in its people. The landlady and staff carry the torch of traditional pub hospitality with natural grace, their welcome genuine and warming as a well-pulled pint. They're the kind of publicans who remember faces, who know when to share a joke and when to simply leave you to your thoughts. Regular patrons become supporting characters in each other's daily stories, their familiar faces part of the pub's living wallpaper. At the Queen Victoria, London's past and present engage in constant dialogue. The price point remains refreshingly reasonable for London - a testament to the pub's commitment to serving its community rather than chasing trendy margins. You'll find no pretense here, just honest drinks served in an atmosphere that's been perfected through generations of practice. In a city that increasingly feels like it's moving at light speed, The Queen Victoria in Bermondsey offers something increasingly rare - a space where time slows down just enough to remind you why pubs have always been the living rooms of London's neighborhoods. Whether you're seeking the electric atmosphere of a match day, a quiet afternoon pint, or simply a place where you can feel the beating heart of old London still pumping strong, you'll find your moment here. Push open that door, find your spot at the bar, and add your own chapter to this continuing London story.

In the heart of Waterford, Mother McHugh's Pub stands as a testament to the timeless art of Irish hospitality. Like a well-worn leather armchair that knows the shape of countless stories, this beloved establishment welcomes visitors with the kind of warmth that can't be manufactured – only earned through years of serving as the community's living room. The worn wooden door creaks open to reveal a space where time seems to move at its own gentle pace. Golden light pools in corners and glints off polished taps, while the afternoon sun filters through windows that have witnessed decades of Waterford's history. Mother McHugh's doesn't merely occupy space – it creates an atmosphere that wraps around you like a familiar embrace. Inside, the pub unfolds like a novel written in wood and whispers. The bar stretches along one wall, its surface bearing the subtle marks of thousands of pint glasses set down in moments of celebration, consolation, and everything in between. The bartenders move with the practiced grace of orchestral conductors, drawing perfect pints that cascade into glasses with hypnotic precision. Each pour is a performance, yet delivered with such natural ease that it feels like watching someone breathe. The walls tell their own stories, adorned with memorabilia that charts both local history and sporting glory. Photographs curling slightly at the edges capture moments from Waterford's past, while hurling jerseys hang like badges of honor above the comfortable booths. In Mother McHugh's, these aren't mere decorations – they're conversation starters, memory triggers, pieces of a collective narrative that grows richer with each passing year. Music fills the space on weekend evenings, when local musicians set up in the corner, their traditional tunes floating above the gentle murmur of conversation. The sound mingles with laughter and the soft clink of glasses, creating that indefinable soundtrack that marks all great Irish pubs. Here, live music isn't a performance – it's a conversation between players and patrons, each feeding off the other's energy. The outdoor seating area provides a different kind of charm, where regulars gather on mild evenings to watch the world go by. Conversations flow as freely as the perfectly poured pints, while the ambient buzz of the city provides a gentle backdrop to the storytelling and banter that are as much a part of Mother McHugh's as its physical structure. You'll find no pretense here – the price of a pint won't strain your wallet, but the value lies in something far more precious than mere currency. It's in the nod of recognition from the bartender who remembers your usual, the comfortable silence shared with strangers during a sports match, the way everyone seems to lean in slightly when someone begins telling a tale that's sure to be worth hearing. The pub's generous parking options – both on the street and in the free lot – speak to its democratic spirit, while modern touches like card payments and NFC technology blend seamlessly with the traditional atmosphere. Sports enthusiasts gather around strategically placed screens during major matches, the usual quiet corners transforming into theaters of collective joy or commiseration, depending on the score. As evening settles over Waterford, Mother McHugh's takes on a golden glow that seems to radiate from within. The space fills with a mix of accents – locals and visitors alike drawn to this authentic slice of Irish pub culture. Here, every pint is poured with pride, every visitor treated like a regular-in-waiting, every evening an opportunity for connection. Consider this an invitation to become part of Mother McHugh's ongoing story. Push open that wooden door, find your spot at the bar or in a cozy corner, and let yourself be embraced by one of Waterford's most cherished gathering places. In a world of constant change, some places remain steadfast – not by refusing to evolve, but by remembering that at the heart of hospitality lies something timeless: the simple art of making people feel at home.

Looking for the beating heart of Pimlico? The Pride of Pimlico in London isn't just another pub - it's that rare gem where the beer is always cold, the welcome is always warm, and every night has the potential to become a story you'll be telling for years. Trust me, this is where "just one quick pint" turns into "remember that random Tuesday that became legendary?" Let me paint you a picture of perfection: You're walking through London's Pimlico neighborhood, maybe feeling a bit parched, when you spot this absolute beauty of a pub. The moment you cross the threshold, you know you've stumbled into something special. It's got that magical mix of proper pub charm and zero pretension - like your favorite pair of jeans in building form. The genius of the Pride of Pimlico? It's exactly what you need it to be, exactly when you need it to be it. Catching the big match? They've got you covered with pristine screens and the kind of atmosphere that makes every goal feel like a World Cup winner. Fancy a laid-back afternoon session? Grab a spot in their outdoor seating area and watch the world go by with a perfectly poured pint in hand. Need to absolutely destroy your mate at pool? There's a table with your name on it! HOLD UP - we need to talk about these drinks! The beer selection here is nothing short of magnificent, with every pint served at that mythical perfect temperature that makes you wonder why all pubs can't get it this right. And if you're more of a wine person? They've got a selection that'll make you forget you're in a pub at all. The prices? Let's just say your wallet will be as happy as your taste buds. But here's the real tea - it's the vibe that makes this place unbeatable. The staff here don't just serve drinks; they're basically your new best friends who happen to be excellent at pulling pints. They've got that rare gift of making regulars feel like royalty while treating first-timers like they've been coming in for years. Got a dog? BRING THEM! The Pride of Pimlico welcomes your four-legged friends like the VIPs they are. There's nothing quite like watching your pup become the pub's newest celebrity while you're engaged in an increasingly competitive game of darts with someone who swears they've never played before (spoiler: they have). The payment situation? Totally 21st century - they take cards, contactless, whatever you've got. None of that cash-only nonsense that leaves you sprinting to the nearest ATM. Because let's be honest, the only running you should be doing is to grab that last perfect spot in the beer garden. Speaking of which - that outdoor seating area is pure gold when London decides to bless us with sunshine. It's the kind of space where afternoon drinks turn into evening sessions, and "I should probably head home" turns into "okay, but just ONE more." Location-wise, you're in the sweet spot of Pimlico - close enough to Victoria to be convenient, but far enough from the tourist trails to keep it real. It's the perfect pit stop after work, the ideal launching pad for a night out, or your new favorite Sunday afternoon hideaway. Listen, I'm not saying the Pride of Pimlico in London is going to change your life - but I'm also not NOT saying that. Get yourself down here, bring your mates, bring your dog, bring your appetite for good times. Because while there are plenty of pubs in London, there's only one Pride of Pimlico, and missing out on this place? That's the kind of regret nobody needs in their life. See you at the bar - first round's on you!