Best Pub Pubs

If the Packhorse & Talbot in London were a person, it'd be that friend who somehow knows everyone at the party and makes you feel like you've known them for years within minutes of meeting. Nestled in the heart of Chiswick, this isn't just another London pub – it's the kind of place where the wooden beams could tell a thousand stories, and the regulars actually do. Let's address the elephant in the room: yes, London has approximately seventeen million pubs (okay, slight exaggeration), but the Packhorse & Talbot has mastered that elusive sweet spot between traditional boozer and modern gathering spot. The moment you walk in, you're hit with that unmistakable pub aroma – a perfectly balanced mixture of polished wood, hearty food, and decades of good times that somehow makes you feel instantly at home. The space itself plays a clever game of architectural Tetris, offering different zones for different moods. Want to catch the match? There's a prime spot with strategically placed screens that won't make you feel like you're in a sports bar. Craving a more intimate chat? Slide into one of the cozy booths where the lighting is just dim enough to make everyone look like they've just returned from vacation. And when London decides to remember it has a sun, the outdoor space transforms into a garden party that would make your grandmother's social circle jealous. What truly sets the Packhorse & Talbot apart from its London contemporaries is its ability to read the room. During the day, it's as laid-back as a Sunday morning, perfect for those long lunch conversations that somehow turn into dinner plans. Come evening, the energy shifts seamlessly – the bar area buzzes with after-work crowds, while the dining spaces maintain their civilized charm. It's like watching a well-choreographed dance, except instead of dancers, you've got skilled servers weaving between tables with plates of perfectly cooked pub classics. Speaking of food – oh boy, the food. The kitchen team here clearly got the memo that "pub grub" doesn't have to mean microwaved mediocrity. Their Sunday roast deserves its own Instagram account, with Yorkshire puddings so perfectly risen they could probably qualify for planning permission. The steak is cooked exactly how you ask for it (a rare feat in itself, pun absolutely intended), and the chips are that perfect combination of crispy exterior and fluffy interior that makes you forget all about your "I'll just have a salad" plans. The drink selection deserves its own paragraph, because this is where the Packhorse & Talbot really flexes its muscles. The beer lines are cleaner than a neat freak's kitchen, resulting in pints that would make a Belgian monk nod in approval. They've got local craft beers that change regularly, wines that don't just come in "red or white," and cocktails that prove someone behind the bar actually cares about mixology rather than just throwing spirits in a glass and hoping for the best. Here's a pro tip: if you're planning to visit during peak times (Sunday lunch, big match days, or any time it's actually sunny in London), booking ahead isn't just recommended – it's practically mandatory. The place has become something of a local institution, and while the staff are masters at managing the crowds, they haven't quite figured out how to bend the laws of physics to create more space. What's particularly refreshing about the Packhorse & Talbot is that it's managed to keep its prices reasonable in a city where a pint can sometimes cost more than a small car. You're not going to need to remortgage your house for a night out, but the quality justifies every penny spent. The portions are generous enough to satisfy even your friend who "just wants a light bite" and then eyes your plate hopefully. Need one final reason to visit? The Packhorse & Talbot is that rare London pub where the staff actually seem to enjoy their jobs. Not in that forced, corporate-training-manual way, but in that genuine "we actually like it here" way that makes you feel like you're being served by friends rather than employees. So next time you're in Chiswick and the London weather has you seeking shelter (or the London sunshine has you seeking a garden), make your way to the Packhorse & Talbot. Whether you're after a proper pint, a memorable meal, or just a place where everybody might not know your name yet but will probably remember it by the time you leave, you've found your spot. Just don't blame me if you end up staying longer than planned – it happens to the best of us.

Let me tell you about The Angel Oak in London, yet another gastropub that thinks slapping some Edison bulbs on exposed brick automatically equals ambiance. I approached with the customary cynicism reserved for establishments trying desperately to elevate pub fare beyond its humble origins. But damn it all if this place hasn't managed to get under my skin. First, let's address the elephant in the beer garden - and speaking of which, their outdoor space is irritatingly pleasant, especially when London decides to grace us with its four annual days of sunshine. The Angel Oak has somehow mastered that elusive balance between "proper pub" and "place you wouldn't be embarrassed to take your discerning in-laws." The interior strikes that sweet spot between trying too hard and not trying hard enough. You know the look - weathered wooden tables that probably cost more than your monthly rent, strategic mood lighting that makes everyone look like they've just returned from a Mediterranean holiday. I wanted to hate it. Really, I did. But then the food arrived. Now, I've suffered through enough gastropub "innovations" to last several lifetimes, but The Angel Oak's kitchen actually seems to know what they're doing. Their chicken club sandwich - a dish I normally consider the last resort of the culinarily uninspired - arrived like a revelation. The chicken was so perfectly cooked it made me momentarily forget all my accumulated food critic cynicism. The addition of a perfectly runny egg felt like showing off, but I'll grudgingly admit it worked. The beer selection deserves mention, if only because it saved me from having to endure yet another London pub serving nothing but the usual suspects. They've got enough craft options to satisfy the beard-stroking crowd without alienating those who just want a decent pint. The wine list is surprisingly competent for a place that still has dusty rugby memorabilia on the walls. Service walks that fine line between attentive and hovering, though they've recently switched from table service to ordering at the bar for food, which feels like a step backward. It's the kind of change that makes you wonder if they're trying to fix something that wasn't broken. Still, the staff manages to maintain that rare combination of actually knowing their stuff while not making you feel like an idiot for asking questions. Price-wise, it sits in that sweet spot where you can't quite call it a bargain, but you don't feel like you're being robbed either. The quality generally justifies the cost, which is about as close to a ringing endorsement as you're likely to get from me. Yes, you could probably find cheaper pub grub elsewhere in London, but then you'd have to eat cheaper pub grub, wouldn't you? The crowd is refreshingly mixed - young professionals pretending they can afford to live in the area, actual locals who remember when the place was a proper dive, and the occasional food tourist who read about it on some blog. Somehow, it works. The atmosphere manages to be lively without crossing into that terrible territory where you have to shout your order at the person sitting across from you. They've got all the modern conveniences - contactless payment (they're card-only now, much to the chagrin of cash-carriers), decent heating in the garden for those brave enough to attempt outdoor dining in British weather, and they're dog-friendly, which means you can bring your four-legged friend along to judge the food with you. Look, I came to The Angel Oak ready to write another scathing review about London's mediocre pub scene. Instead, I found myself returning multiple times, each visit chipping away at my professional cynicism. Whether you're in the mood for a proper pint, surprisingly good food, or just a place to while away a Sunday afternoon, this place delivers. And trust me, it pains me slightly less than expected to admit that. Make a booking - yes, they take those, how civilized - and see for yourself why The Angel Oak has become one of London's more tolerable drinking establishments. Just don't tell them I sent you. I have a reputation to maintain.

Looking for London's best-kept secret? The Royal Oak Harlesden is that rare gem where legendary nights are born, whether you meant them to be or not. This Victorian beauty in Northwest London has recently emerged from a glow-up that's turned it into the kind of place that makes you text your friends at midnight saying "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Let me paint you a picture of what you're missing: imagine a proper London boozer that's somehow managed to time-travel from 1891 while picking up all the best bits of the present along the way. The ground floor bar curves in this perfect U-shape that practically begs you to post up and stay awhile. And just when you think you've got the Royal Oak Harlesden figured out, you discover there's a whole other world upstairs! THE LOFT BAR, Y'ALL. This isn't just any upstairs room - we're talking about a space with enough Victorian swagger to make your Instagram followers weep. Original Georgian panels! A fireplace that belongs in a period drama! And because the universe is kind, they've added a pool table and darts because why shouldn't your night include both architectural appreciation AND showing off your questionable pool skills? But wait - there's more! Two (TWO!) outdoor spaces including a roof terrace that feels like finding a secret garden in the middle of London. Picture yourself on a warm evening, drink in hand, watching the sun set over Harlesden while your mate tells that story about that time they... well, you know the one. The atmosphere here switches up faster than your dating life. One minute you're having a civilized pint watching Champions League football (on multiple screens because they're not monsters), the next minute you're caught up in an impromptu karaoke session that somehow ends with you knowing everyone in the pub by name. The Royal Oak Harlesden has that magical quality where you can walk in alone and leave with enough new friends to start a small country. Speaking of drinks - they're keeping everyone happy here. Real ale enthusiasts? Timothy Taylor's Landlord on cask. Lager lovers? Ice-cold Cruzcampo that tastes like summer in a glass. And for those who like their drinks with a bit more pizzazz, their gin selection would make your nan proud. The prices won't make your wallet cry either - we're talking proper London pub prices that remember we've all got rent to pay. Tuesday nights deserve a special mention because that's when the Open Mic night transforms the place into Harlesden's answer to the Apollo. Full backline, proper stage, and a community vibe that'll make you brave enough to finally perform that song you've been practicing in the shower. Even if you're not performing, watching someone else live their best life while you sip your pint is pure entertainment gold. The staff here? Absolute legends. The kind of people who remember your usual after one visit and actually care if you're having a good time. The landlady could teach masterclasses in making everyone feel like they're a regular, even if it's their first time through the door. Let's talk location because this is important: five minutes from Willesden Junction station. FIVE MINUTES. That's barely enough time to finish texting your mates about where to meet. And trust me, you want to meet here. The Royal Oak Harlesden sits on this busy crossroads that somehow makes it feel like you're at the center of everything while still being London's best-kept secret. Listen, I could tell you more about the stunning Victorian tiles featuring actual Parliamentarian troopers (random but cool), or how the ceiling in The Loft Bar deserves its own Instagram account. But honestly? You need to see this place for yourself. The Royal Oak Harlesden is what happens when a proper London pub evolves into its final form - and missing out on it would be an actual crime against good times. Get yourself down here before everyone else discovers it, yeah?

Stop everything you're doing because The Florence in London is about to become your new favorite spot for literally every occasion that matters. This isn't just another London pub – it's that perfect mix of cozy neighborhood charm and "how is this place so cool?" energy that makes you want to cancel all your other plans. Listen, I've just spent another epic evening at The Florence, and I'm still buzzing from what might be the best burger in South London. You know those places that feel like they were designed specifically for your friend group's chaos? This is it. The moment you walk in, you'll get that tingly feeling that says, "Yep, stories are about to be made." The vibe here? Imagine if your coolest friend's living room merged with a proper British pub, then got a glow-up from someone with actually good taste. The Florence nails that sweet spot between "nice enough for a date" and "perfect for when the group chat explodes with weekend plans." The lighting is just dim enough to make everyone look like their Instagram filter, but bright enough that you can actually see the incredible food you're about to demolish. SPEAKING OF FOOD. Oh. My. Days. Their double cheeseburger is what would happen if a Big Mac went to finishing school and came back speaking three languages. The special sauce? INSANE. And don't even get me started on their fish and chips – it's the kind of meal that makes you feel sorry for every other fish and chips you've ever eaten. They serve it with this curry sauce that I would honestly consider drinking straight if nobody was watching. But here's the real tea about The Florence: it's got range. Like, serious range. Sunday roasts that'll make your mum jealous (their veggie roast is so good it converts carnivores). Bar snacks that turn "just one quick drink" into a three-hour flavor journey. And the drinks menu? *chef's kiss* Whether you're in for a casual pint or ready to explore their cocktail list, they've got you covered. Dog people, LISTEN UP! Your four-legged bestie is totally welcome here. I've literally seen business meetings dissolve into puppy-petting sessions. It's that kind of place – where everyone starts as strangers and ends up sharing desserts with the next table over. Let's talk strategy, because you'll want to plan this right. They take reservations (bless), which you'll definitely want for Sunday roast or if you're rolling deep with the squad. The sweet spot is grabbing a table around 6:30 – early enough to snag prime real estate, late enough to catch the evening buzz. And if there's a big game on? Get here early, because the atmosphere is ELECTRIC. Pro tip: their sticky toffee pudding is what dessert dreams are made of. Don't be the person who's "too full" for it – future you will never forgive past you for that mistake. And the lemon polenta cake? It's the kind of dessert that makes you question everything you thought you knew about cake. The Florence sits in this perfect pocket of London where everything just works. The staff treat you like you're a regular even if it's your first time in, and by the end of the night, you probably will be a regular because how could you not come back? Look, I know London has about a million places to choose from, but The Florence hits different. It's that rare spot that actually lives up to the hype – and then some. Whether you're planning date night, group hangs, or just need somewhere to turn a regular Tuesday into a "remember when" story, this is your place. Don't be the friend who has to hear about The Florence secondhand. Get yourself down here and see what all the fuss is about. Trust me, your future self will thank you for making this decision. And when you're here, raising a glass with your favorite people, watching the sunset through those big windows, you'll wonder why you ever went anywhere else.

Looking for the kind of London pub where legendary nights are born? The Pilgrim Pub in London is that perfect storm of cozy tradition and electric atmosphere where "just one quick drink" turns into "remember that amazing night at The Pilgrim?" every single time. Trust me, this is where your future favorite stories begin. Let me paint you a picture: You're walking into The Pilgrim Pub, and immediately you know you've struck gold. The vibe hits different - it's got that perfect balance of proper London pub charm and "anything could happen" energy that makes every visit feel like the start of an adventure. Want to know the best part? They've got live music on Fridays and Saturdays that'll have you texting your entire contact list with "GET DOWN HERE NOW!" messages. I'm talking about the kind of nights where you start off quietly sipping a pint and end up leading a pub-wide singalong with people who feel like lifelong friends (even if you just met them by the bar). Speaking of the bar - HOLY MOLY, the selection! Their tap lineup is like a greatest hits album of exactly what you want to be drinking right now. From perfectly pulled pints to craft selections that'll make your beer-snob friend finally shut up and enjoy something, they've got it all. And the cocktails? Let's just say the bartenders here know their stuff. But wait - we need to talk about the secret weapon: the beer garden. Both front AND back outdoor seating areas that are basically London's answer to paradise. Picture yourself on a sunny afternoon, cold drink in hand, plotting world domination with your mates or having the kind of first date that turns into "and that's how I met your mother" stories. The food menu? It's not just pub grub - it's pub grub that makes you question why you ever eat anywhere else. The wild boar burgers are what dreams are made of, and don't even get me started on those wings. Pro tip: The mango habanero sauce is literally what would happen if flavor had a flavor. Here's the thing about The Pilgrim that makes it different - it's got layers (like a really good onion, but way more fun). Want to watch the big game? They've got screens inside AND outside. Feeling like a chill catch-up session? There's a cozy corner with your name on it. Ready to dance like nobody's watching? The live music scene will be your new weekend addiction. And can we talk about the staff for a second? These legends somehow manage to make everyone feel like a regular, even if it's your first time in. They're the kind of people who remember your usual order and actually care if you're having a good night. Dog owner? BRING YOUR FURRY FRIEND! This place is pet-friendly, which means your four-legged wingman can help you make new friends. I've literally seen entire conversations start because someone brought their adorable pup along. The crowd here is this perfect mix of locals who know they've got a good thing going and newcomers who can't believe they've just discovered their new favorite pub. It's the kind of place where you might come for a quick pint after work and end up making plans for next weekend with people you just met. Location-wise, it's perfectly placed for either starting your night out or becoming your entire night out. And here's a hot tip: They do 50% off food on Mondays and taco deals on Tuesdays. FIFTY PERCENT OFF. That's not just a deal - that's practically stealing (legally, of course). Listen, London's got more pubs than you can shake a stick at, but The Pilgrim Pub is something special. It's where "maybe we'll just pop in for one" becomes "I can't believe it's midnight already!" Don't be the person who has to hear about how amazing last night was - be the person telling the stories. The Pilgrim is calling, and trust me, you want to answer that call.

Looking for that quintessential London pub experience? The Cross Keys in Covent Garden isn't just another watering hole - it's basically a time machine disguised as a pub, and I'm literally obsessed with every inch of its perfectly worn wooden floors and history-soaked walls. Listen, if you've ever wanted to feel like you've stumbled into the kind of London pub where rock legends might've scribbled their next hit on a napkin (speaking of which, they've got Elvis's actual signature framed somewhere in here!), The Cross Keys is your spot. This isn't just any old London pub - it's the pub that other pubs wish they could be when they grow up. You know those places that just FEEL special the moment you walk in? That's The Cross Keys for you. The outside is straight-up Instagram gold with its explosion of flowers and foliage, but inside? Oh my days. Picture this: you're wrapped in the warm glow of vintage lighting, surrounded by enough musical memorabilia to start your own Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and there's this incredible Beatles wall that'll have you humming "Here Comes the Sun" before you've even ordered your first pint. And speaking of pints - the beer selection here is absolutely spot-on. None of that generic stuff you get at chain pubs. We're talking proper ales and premium brews that taste like they've been selected by someone who actually knows their stuff. The prices won't make your wallet cry either - it's that sweet spot where you can treat your entire group without having to sell a kidney. Let me paint you a picture of your perfect night at The Cross Keys. You start off thinking you'll just pop in for "one quick drink" (rookie mistake, honestly). Next thing you know, you're cozied up in one of those gorgeous wooden booths, sharing stories under the glow of antique lamps, surrounded by enough conversation pieces on the walls to never run out of things to talk about. The narrow, intimate space practically forces you to make friends with your neighbors - I've literally seen entire groups of strangers end up sharing rounds by the end of the night. Need some proper pub grub to soak up those pints? Their baguettes are legendary in their simplicity - proper old-school London pub fare that hits exactly right. And if you're feeling peckish but not hungry-hungry, grab a bag of Tayto's. Trust me, they taste better here than anywhere else in London. Don't ask me why - it's just pub magic. Here's some insider intel: get here around 6pm if you want any chance of snagging one of those prime spots by the bar. The after-work crowd knows what's up, and The Cross Keys fills up faster than a pint glass during happy hour. If you're coming with a group (which you absolutely should), the sweet spot is that corner near the end of the bar - thank me later. The pub's got that Grade II listed status, which basically means it's been serving up good times since 1848, and they've clearly perfected the formula. The bar staff here aren't just servers - they're practically historians, and if you catch them when it's not mad busy, they'll tell you stories about the place that'll blow your mind. Look, you're in Covent Garden, right? You're literally minutes from some of London's best shopping, theaters, and tourist spots. But here's the thing - The Cross Keys isn't just a pub, it's your new favorite chapter in your "Remember that time in London?" story. It's where you'll end up after every show, shopping spree, or "quick catch-up" with friends that turns into an epic night out. Don't just take my word for it - The Cross Keys is exactly what you're picturing when you imagine the perfect London pub, and then some. Get yourself down to Covent Garden, look for the flower-covered facade, and step into what's about to become your new favorite spot in London. Just don't blame me when you end up staying way longer than planned - that's just what happens when you find a proper London pub that feels like home.

Looking for the ultimate London pub experience? The Nag's Head in London is that perfectly balanced neighborhood spot where epic nights are born and legendary stories begin. Trust me, this isn't just another pub - it's where "I'll just pop in for one" turns into "remember that amazing night at The Nag's Head?" Listen, if you've never witnessed the pure magic of a proper London pub coming alive during a big match, The Nag's Head is your initiation. Those multiple screens aren't just for show - they're portals to collective joy and heartbreak, where strangers become best mates over the beautiful game. And when your team scores? The eruption of cheers could probably be heard all the way to Buckingham Palace! But here's the real tea - it's not just about the sports. Two gleaming pool tables sit ready for your next friendly showdown (or not-so-friendly, depending on who's buying the next round). I've seen more "winner stays on" tournaments turn into all-night pool championships here than I can count. Pro tip: grab a table early if you're coming on a weekend - these babies are hot property when the night gets rolling. The vibe here? Pure London gold. It's got that perfect mix of old-school pub charm and modern buzz that makes everyone feel like a regular, even if it's their first visit. The outdoor seating area is an absolute gift when London decides to bless us with sunshine. Picture this: you, your mates, a couple of cold ones, and that rare British summer evening that makes you forget about all those rainy days. OKAY CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE DRINKS THOUGH? The beer selection hits that sweet spot between "I know and love this" and "ooh, what's that?" And the prices? In a city where a pint can cost you a small fortune, The Nag's Head keeps things wonderfully reasonable. Your wallet won't be crying by the end of the night, which means more rounds for everyone! They've nailed the fundamentals of what makes a proper London pub great - good drinks, great atmosphere, and zero pretension. The staff have that classic pub personality that makes you feel like you're part of the furniture (in the best way possible). They remember faces, they remember orders, and they definitely remember if you're the one who started that legendary karaoke session last month. Dog owners, rejoice! Your four-legged friends are totally welcome here. I've seen more adorable pub dogs at The Nag's Head than I can count, each one adding to that homey feeling that makes this place special. Nothing beats seeing a happy pup getting all the attention while their human enjoys a pint. The payment situation is totally 21st century - they take cards, contactless, whatever you've got. No more awkward "sorry mate, cash only" moments when you're trying to sort out rounds. And if you're planning something special? They do reservations! Birthday bashes, farewell parties, or "it's Tuesday and we need a pub" gatherings - they've got you covered. Here's the deal with location - you're right in the thick of it, but in the best way possible. The buzz of London life flows right past the door, but inside it's your perfect escape. No parking? No problem - you're in London, darling! The tube and buses are your best mates here. Listen, I could go on about The Nag's Head all day, but instead, why don't you just come see for yourself? Whether it's for the big game, a casual catch-up, or the start of what could be your next epic night out in London - this is your spot. Just don't blame me when "quick drink at The Nag's Head?" becomes your group chat's most used phrase. See you at the pool table! 🎱

Hold onto your pint glasses, because the Nags Head in London is about to become your new favorite spot for nights that start with "just one drink" and end with stories you'll be telling for weeks. This isn't just another London pub – it's your soon-to-be second living room, complete with enough space to host a small village and the kind of atmosphere that makes strangers feel like old friends. Let me paint you a picture: You walk into this newly renovated beauty, and immediately the buzz hits you. The kind that makes you text your friends "GET DOWN HERE NOW" in all caps. The space is massive (and I mean MASSIVE), with that perfect mix of classic pub charm and modern swagger that'll have you snapping pics for the 'gram before you've even ordered your first round. Picture this: It's Friday night, and the DJ is spinning tunes that somehow please everyone from your music-snob mate to your aunt who still thinks the Macarena is cutting edge. The dance floor is calling, but so is that cozy corner booth perfect for catching up with friends. Decisions, decisions... Oh, and speaking of decisions – their drink selection is ridiculous. Blood orange cider? CHECK. Premium spirits? YOU BET. That cinnamon whisky everyone's been raving about? It'll change your life. The bar staff here doesn't just serve drinks; they're like liquid happiness consultants who actually care about your good time. But wait, there's more! (I sound like an infomercial, but I SWEAR this place is just that good.) The food menu is a thing of beauty. Those halloumi fries? They're not just fries – they're little sticks of joy that'll make you wonder why you ever bothered with regular fries. And the best part? The prices won't have you eating instant noodles for the rest of the month. Let's talk about the beer garden, because OH MY DAYS. It's not just any outdoor space – it's an urban oasis where summer afternoons turn into magical evenings. Perfect for those "quick after-work drinks" that somehow turn into epic six-hour catch-ups with friends you haven't seen since last Tuesday. Planning a celebration? Stop right there. The Nags Head handles events like a boss. They'll section off your own private area (50 people? No sweat), let you decorate it however you want, and the staff will treat you like royalty. Artur and the team (legends, the lot of them) will make sure everything runs smoother than a freshly pulled pint. Here's some insider intel: Friday and Saturday nights are when this place really comes alive with their resident DJ. But here's the real pro tip – they're just as awesome midweek when you can actually hear yourself think and maybe even snag that premium corner spot with the comfy chairs. And yes, you can bring your four-legged friend along (because dogs in pubs automatically make everything better). Parking? Sorted. They've got their own lot (FREE. Yes, you read that right. In LONDON.) Plus, there's street parking if you're feeling lucky. They take cards, Apple Pay, and probably bitcoin for all I know (okay, maybe not bitcoin, but they're pretty tech-savvy). The Nags Head isn't just in London – it's a little slice of London heaven where the good times roll and the memories are made. It's where "I'll just pop in for one" becomes "I can't believe it's midnight already!" It's that rare gem where the Google reviews actually undersell the place (and they're already pretty spectacular). Don't be the person who has to hear about last night's legendary happenings at the Nags Head secondhand. Get yourself down here and see why locals can't shut up about it. Whether you're planning the next big birthday bash or just need a quality pint in a place that feels like home (but with better drinks), this is your spot. Trust me, your future self will thank you for making the Nags Head your new local. Now, when are you coming?

Just what London needed - another gastropub-turned-Indian-restaurant hybrid claiming to revolutionize curry. The Tamil Prince in Islington had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. These trendy fusion spots are usually where good cuisine goes to die, wrapped in the shroud of exposed brick and craft beer lists. But damn it all to hell if this place hasn't wormed its way into my reluctant affections. Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, The Tamil Prince is housed in what was clearly once a proper London boozer, complete with weathered wooden floors that creak like they're auditioning for a horror film. The high-backed bar stools aren't winning any awards for comfort, and the prices will make your wallet wince. But here's where my cynical narrative starts to unravel. The okra fries arrived first - a dish I've seen butchered more times than I care to count. These were different. Crispy little soldiers of perfectly seasoned vegetation that had me reaching for seconds before I'd even finished my first handful. It was an early warning sign that The Tamil Prince might actually know what they're doing. Then came the lamb chops. Lord help me, these things. Tender enough to cut with a stern glance, wearing a coating of spices that made me temporarily forget I was paying Zone 2 prices for what is essentially fancy finger food. The chef clearly sold their soul at a crossroads for the secret to this marinade. The main courses continued the assault on my professional cynicism. Their chicken curry achieved that elusive balance between heat and flavor that so many London Indians miss by a mile. The sauce, rich enough to make a banker blush, clung to each morsel of meat like it was afraid of letting go. And rightfully so - I'd be clingy too if I tasted that good. Let's talk about the service, shall we? In a city where genuine warmth from staff is rarer than an affordable flat, The Tamil Prince's team manages to be both efficient and actually pleasant. They know their menu inside out and aren't afraid to make recommendations that don't just point to the most expensive dishes. It's almost suspicious how genuine they seem. The cocktail program deserves mention, if only because it somehow manages to incorporate Indian flavors without descending into gimmickry. Their take on a gin and tonic actually enhanced my meal rather than merely accompanying it - a rare feat that justified the eye-watering price tag. The space works better than it should. They've maintained enough of the pub's bones to feel authentic while adding touches that remind you you're in a serious restaurant. The lighting hits that sweet spot between "romantic dinner" and "actually being able to see your food." Weekend evenings are packed, but somehow they've managed to keep the noise level just below "having to shout your order." For families considering a visit (because apparently that's a thing people do now), they're surprisingly accommodating. Though I'd suggest leaving the kids at home - not because they're unwelcome, but because you'll want to savor this meal without tiny humans demanding chicken nuggets. Reservations are essential unless you enjoy standing hopefully at the bar like a lost puppy. The Tamil Prince in London's Islington has become popular enough to warrant planning ahead, which pains me to admit but there it is. Look, I wanted to hate The Tamil Prince. I really did. It would have been easier to dismiss it as another pretentious London eatery charging West End prices for East End portions. Instead, I'm sitting here plotting my return visit, mentally justifying the cost because where else in London are you going to find okra fries that good? Make a reservation. Go hungry. Take your card with the highest limit. Just don't blame me when you become as annoyingly evangelical about the place as I've apparently become.

In the heart of London, McCaffertys Bar & Guest House stands as a testament to the enduring charm of traditional British hospitality. Like a well-worn leather armchair that beckons you to sink into its embrace, this establishment carries the comfortable weightiness of a place that has witnessed countless stories unfold within its walls. The pub's entrance opens into a space where warm oak panels catch the glow of vintage brass fixtures, creating pools of amber light that dance across the polished bar top. Here, conversations flow as smoothly as the perfectly poured pints of Guinness, each glass a small ceremony performed by staff who understand that every pour tells its own story. You'll find yourself drawn into the natural rhythm of McCaffertys, where the boundaries between pub, dining room, and temporary home blur into something altogether more intimate. The bar area pulses with gentle energy - not the forced vivacity of trendy establishments, but the authentic warmth of a gathering place that has earned its character through years of service to both locals and travelers alike. During daylight hours, sunlight filters through leaded glass windows, casting geometric shadows across tables where patrons linger over full English breakfasts or leisurely brunches. The menu speaks of careful consideration rather than pretension, offering hearty classics elevated by thoughtful preparation. The bacon and cabbage, served with creamy mashed potatoes and parsley sauce, emerges from the kitchen as both a comfort and a revelation - the kind of dish that reminds you why some recipes become classics in the first place. As evening approaches, the space transforms. Live music fills the air on selected nights, not so loud as to overwhelm conversation, but present enough to weave another layer into the tapestry of the evening. The cocktail menu balances traditional favorites with creative interpretations, while the wine list offers carefully chosen selections that won't overwhelm your wallet. Upstairs, the guest rooms offer sanctuary from London's endless energy. While they may not boast luxury's excess, they provide clean comfort and those essential touches that matter to the thoughtful traveler - good showers, reliable air conditioning, and the practical convenience of an iron and board in the corridor. Some rooms show more wear than others, but all serve their purpose as comfortable waystations in the city's endless story. The dining experience at McCaffertys reveals itself as a testament to honest cooking. From breakfast through dinner, the kitchen maintains a steady commitment to satisfying fare that honors both British and Irish traditions. Vegetarian options share menu space with hearty classics, and children's selections ensure that family gatherings remain unstrained by limited choices. The Sunday roast, a particular point of pride, draws regular pilgrims seeking the perfect combination of tender meat, crisp potatoes, and rich gravy. Groups find easy welcome here, whether gathering for celebration or seeking refuge from London's bustle. The outdoor seating area provides a fresh-air alternative during clement weather, while the indoor spaces offer various nooks and corners for both intimate conversations and larger gatherings. Sports enthusiasts appreciate the thoughtful placement of screens that allow match-watching without dominating the atmosphere. The staff at McCaffertys move through their duties with the kind of authentic friendliness that can't be trained - it simply exists as part of the place's DNA. You'll hear it in the warm greeting of a server who remembers your preference from yesterday's visit, or in the bartender's genuine interest in whether you're enjoying your stay. Let McCaffertys Bar & Guest House in London be more than just another stop on your journey. Step inside, order a pint, perhaps book a room, and allow yourself to become part of the continuing story of this London cornerstone where every guest adds their own chapter to its rich history. Whether you're seeking a memorable meal, a comfortable night's rest, or simply a place to belong for an evening, you'll find your place here among the regulars and wanderers alike.

Just what County Clare needs - another pub claiming to be the heart and soul of Ennistimon. Kenny's Bar in Ennistimon had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. The exterior's got that calculated "authentic Irish pub" look that usually makes me want to run screaming in the opposite direction. But here's the thing - and it absolutely pains me to admit this - I might have judged this book by its perfectly weathered cover a bit too hastily. Let's talk about what you're walking into, because Kenny's Bar Ennistimon isn't your typical tourist trap masquerading as a local haunt. The first thing that caught me off guard was the surprising lack of leprechaun imagery and "Kiss Me I'm Irish" tat. Instead, there's this genuinely intriguing mashup of surfing memorabilia and American road trip nostalgia that somehow... works? I know, I'm as shocked as you are. The bread - oh, for heaven's sake - the bread. Usually when someone tells me "the owner bakes it fresh daily," I brace myself for mediocre sourdough with delusions of grandeur. But this stuff? It's the kind of bread that makes you question every other slice you've ever eaten. It arrives warm, with a crust that crackles just so, and an interior that's practically begging for a swipe through their seafood chowder. Speaking of which, let's discuss this chowder situation. I've had more seafood chowders in Ireland than I care to count, most of them bland affairs that seem to have been made by someone who once heard about seafood in a dream. But Kenny's version is something else entirely. Rich without being heavy, loaded with fresh seafood (actual seafood, mind you, not just the suggestion of it), and seasoned by someone who clearly understands that salt and pepper aren't the only spices in existence. The catch of the day deserves its own paragraph, if only because it's managed to accomplish something I thought impossible - fish and chips that don't make me wish I'd ordered something else. The batter is light enough to make you forget you're eating fried food, and the fish inside is invariably fresh enough to make you wonder if they've got a secret tunnel to the ocean. Now, about the prices - they're firmly in the middle range, which initially had me skeptical. In my experience, mid-range pricing usually means mid-range everything else. But here's where Kenny's pulls off another miracle: the portion sizes are actually reasonable, the quality is consistently high, and you don't leave feeling like you've been robbed blind or served pub grub masquerading as fine dining. The staff, much to my chagrin, are genuinely friendly. Not that manufactured, "I'm being nice because it's my job" friendly, but the kind of warmth that makes you feel like you've been coming here for years, even if it's your first visit. They're efficient too, which shouldn't be noteworthy but sadly is in this day and age. The atmosphere hits that sweet spot between lively and overwhelming. Yes, it gets packed - especially after 9 PM - but somehow maintains its charm. The live music (when they have it) doesn't make you want to stick forks in your ears, and the mix of locals and tourists creates a buzz that feels authentic rather than forced. For those keeping score at home, they've got all the modern conveniences - they take cards (hallelujah), there's parking nearby (both paid and free street parking if you're willing to walk a bit), and yes, you can even bring your dog. They do take reservations, which I'd strongly suggest using, unless you enjoy standing around hoping for a miracle during peak hours. Look, I didn't want to like Kenny's Bar in Ennistimon. I really didn't. But sometimes you have to admit defeat and acknowledge when something is simply done right. Whether you're a local looking for your new regular spot or a visitor wanting to experience a proper Irish pub that hasn't sold its soul to tourism, Kenny's deserves your attention. Just... don't tell them I sent you. I have a reputation to maintain.

The Plough Inn in Ealing stands as a warm beacon among London's western reaches, where red brick and ivy conspire to create that quintessentially British sense of permanence. Like so many of London's finest public houses, it wears its history in layers - Victorian architecture softened by modern sensibilities, each generation adding its own subtle patina to the story. As you cross the threshold of The Plough Inn, the transition from Ealing's busy streets to this haven of hospitality feels almost ceremonial. Wooden floors, worn smooth by countless footsteps, creak their welcome beneath your feet. Light filters through leaded windows, casting honeyed patterns across well-worn tables where conversations bloom like evening primrose. The space unfolds like a well-thumbed novel, each room a new chapter in comfort. The main bar area hums with the gentle percussion of pint glasses meeting wood and the melodic murmur of regulars trading stories. Deep leather armchairs invite lengthy stays, while high-backed booths offer pockets of privacy for more intimate gatherings. During summer months, the garden becomes an extension of the indoor warmth, string lights twinkling above tables where evening air mingles with laughter. But it's perhaps on Sundays when The Plough Inn most fully embodies its soul. The aroma of roasting meats and Yorkshire puddings acts as a siren call to locals and visitors alike. Their celebrated porchetta arrives like a work of art - crackling pristine, meat tender enough to surrender to the mere suggestion of a fork. The fish and chips, that barometer of any proper British pub, achieve that perfect balance of crisp batter and flaky flesh that speaks of careful preparation rather than mere routine. Here, the ritual of dining feels less like a transaction and more like participating in a community tradition. Servers like Emily and Robert, mentioned so often in visitors' tales, don't just deliver plates - they curate experiences, remembering preferences and sharing genuine warmth that transforms meals into memories. The kitchen's attention to detail extends beyond the main event, with their clever offering of mini desserts paired with hot beverages providing a sweet finale that doesn't overwhelm. The pub's commitment to fostering connection shows in thoughtful touches throughout. A small car park tucked discretely to the side removes one modern anxiety from the equation. Inside, the space welcomes everyone from families gathering for celebration meals to friends meeting for evening drinks, dogs dozing contentedly at their owners' feet. Live music occasionally adds another layer to the atmosphere, while sports broadcasts bring their own brand of community theater to special occasions. As day shifts to evening, The Plough Inn reveals its versatility. The bar selection speaks to both tradition and contemporary tastes - local ales sit comfortably alongside carefully chosen wines and cocktails that respect the classics while embracing modern palates. The pricing strikes that considerate balance between quality and accessibility, acknowledging that value lies in the overall experience rather than mere sustenance. In a city that sometimes moves too fast, The Plough Inn in Ealing offers something increasingly precious - a space that encourages you to slow down, to savor not just the food and drink, but the moments themselves. Whether you're seeking a memorable Sunday roast, a relaxed evening with friends, or simply a quiet corner to decompress, this venerable establishment stands ready to write you into its ongoing story. Step through its doors, find your favorite spot, and allow yourself to become part of the living history that makes The Plough Inn more than just another London pub - it's a place where memories take root and flourish.

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a proper Greenwich tavern. The Greenwich Tavern in London sits there smugly at the edge of the Royal Park, probably banking on tourists too exhausted from their meridian-straddling photos to venture further for sustenance. I approached with the enthusiasm of a tax audit, fully prepared to add it to my mental list of mediocre establishments trading on location alone. But damn them for making me eat my words along with what turned out to be an annoyingly good Sunday roast. Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, the Greenwich Tavern occupies prime real estate next to the park gates. And yes, they could probably serve microwaved ready meals and still turn a profit from the location alone. Which makes it all the more irritating that they've actually bothered to create something worth visiting. The interior strikes that delicate balance between traditional pub charm and modern comfort that so many venues butcher. Dark woods and brass fixtures provide the expected pub aesthetics, while the mezzanine level offers what I grudgingly admit are rather lovely views over the park entrance. They've managed to avoid both the sticky-carpeted time capsule feel of many London pubs and the soulless modernization that plagues others. The food - and it pains me to say this - is significantly better than it needs to be. The Sunday roast (which seems to have developed something of a local following) features a Yorkshire pudding the size of a small nation, and unlike most oversized Yorkies, this one's actually worth eating. The pork belly arrives with crackling that achieves that perfect shattering crispness, while the meat beneath maintains its succulence. Even the vegetables show evidence of actual cooking skill rather than the usual afterthought treatment. Their drink selection presents another unwelcome surprise. Beyond the expected assembly of mass-market lagers, they maintain a rotating selection of local craft beers and a wine list that suggests someone with actual knowledge was consulted. The cocktail menu, while not revolutionary, offers competently executed classics that don't require a second mortgage to enjoy. Service manages to hit that sweet spot between attentive and overbearing - a rare achievement in tourist-heavy Greenwich. The staff appear to actually know the menu, and more surprisingly, seem to care about what they're serving. I found myself making mental notes of their food recommendations, then feeling mildly annoyed when they turned out to be spot-on. For families (if you must), they offer a children's menu that rises above the usual chicken nugget purgatory. The outdoor seating area provides a convenient escape route for parents of particularly vocal offspring, though do be prepared to defend your chips from the local pigeons, who appear to have advanced degrees in food theft. Pricing sits squarely in the "fair enough" category - not cheap by any means, but given the location and quality, you won't feel like you're being charged extra for breathing the same air as the Prime Meridian. Main courses hover around the London pub average, with the Sunday roast offering particularly good value, assuming you can finish the Yorkshire pudding before it achieves sentience. So here I am, a reluctant convert to the charms of the Greenwich Tavern in London. Whether you're a local seeking a reliable pub that hasn't sacrificed its soul to the tourist trade, or a visitor who's just discovered that standing with one foot in each hemisphere isn't actually that entertaining, you'll find something to appreciate here. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation for cynicism to maintain. Book ahead for Sunday lunch unless you enjoy the disappointment of watching others enjoy their roasts while you wait. And if you're planning a visit during peak tourist season, consider the mezzanine - it's amazing how much more tolerable tourists become when viewed from above.

Tucked away in the heart of Harrow, the Indian Gastro Kitchen @ Kingsfield Arms in London is what happens when British pub tradition meets aromatic Indian cuisine in the most delightful cultural mashup you never knew you needed. It's like that time your best mate suggested mixing chocolate with chili – sounds weird, works brilliantly. The moment you push open those heavy pub doors, you're hit with an identity crisis that somehow makes perfect sense. Dark wood paneling and traditional pub fixtures share space with vibrant Indian textiles and elaborate wall art, while the unmistakable perfume of toasted spices dances through the air. It's as if a traditional London pub went on a gap year to Mumbai and came back forever changed – in the best possible way. Let's talk about that ingenious fusion for a moment. Where else in London can you sip a perfectly pulled pint while watching your butter chicken bubble away in a copper handi? The owners have somehow managed to preserve the cozy, communal spirit of a proper British pub while infusing it with the warmth and hospitality of an Indian family kitchen. The result? A space that feels both exotic and familiar, where Saturday night curry clubs sit comfortably alongside Sunday roast enthusiasts. The menu here is where things get really interesting. Instead of the typical curry house standards, the kitchen serves up sophisticated interpretations of regional Indian dishes that would make your grandmother's secret recipes blush. Their Dal Makhni has achieved near-legendary status among locals, simmered for hours until it reaches that perfect, velvety consistency. The prices won't make your wallet weep either – you're looking at reasonable gastropub rates for food that punches well above its weight class. The bar program deserves special mention, seamlessly bridging the gap between pub classics and Indian-inspired innovations. Their mango and cardamom mojito might sound like mixology gone mad, but trust me, it works. They've got all your usual suspects – local ales, wines, and spirits – but it's their signature cocktails that really shine, incorporating traditional Indian ingredients in ways that'll make you wonder why nobody thought of this sooner. During summer months, the outdoor seating area transforms into something magical. Strings of twinkling lights overhead, the gentle hum of conversation mixing with old school R&B (yes, really, and yes, it works), and the occasional waft of tandoori smoke creating an atmosphere that's somehow both London and somewhere else entirely. It's the perfect spot for those long summer evenings when you can't decide between a pint or a curry – here, you can have both. The service style perfectly embodies this cultural fusion. You'll find the casual friendliness of a neighborhood pub combined with the attentive hospitality typical of Indian restaurants. The owner often makes rounds through the dining room, stopping to chat with regulars and newcomers alike, dispensing menu recommendations with the kind of enthusiasm that makes you feel like you're being let in on a family secret. For families, they've struck that elusive balance between grown-up sophisticated and kid-friendly casual. There's a children's menu that goes beyond the usual chicken nuggets (though they're available for particularly picky eaters), and the staff have that magical ability to make families feel welcome without compromising the experience for other diners. The weekend brunch menu is particularly popular with local families, offering a unique spin on both English breakfast and Indian breakfast classics. What really sets Indian Gastro Kitchen @ Kingsfield Arms apart from other London venues is how it refuses to be pigeonholed. It's a proper pub where you can watch the match with a pint, a date-night destination for couples seeking something different, and a family-friendly restaurant all at once. The fact that they manage to pull this off without feeling schizophrenic is nothing short of remarkable. Look, I could tell you to visit for the food alone – it's worth it – but what you're really getting here is an experience that epitomizes modern London. It's a place where cultures don't just meet but dance together, creating something entirely new and thoroughly delicious. Pop in for a quick pint and starter if you're passing through Harrow, but better yet, gather some friends, book a table for dinner, and settle in for an evening that'll remind you why London's food scene remains unmatched. Just don't blame me when it becomes your new local – I've warned you.

Listen up, because I'm about to tell you about the kind of place that turns random Tuesday nights into stories you'll be telling for years. Dundrum House in Dublin isn't just another pub - it's that perfect sweet spot where magic happens and memories are made. This spot has become legendary among locals for good reason, and once you experience it, you'll understand why over a thousand people can't stop raving about it. You know those places that just FEEL right the moment you walk in? That's Dundrum House for you. The atmosphere hits that perfect balance between cozy neighborhood pub and lively social hub. Whether you're watching a match with mates or settling in for what starts as "just one drink" (narrator: it's never just one drink), this place knows exactly what it's doing. Picture this: You're nestled in with your crew, perfect pint of Guinness in hand (and trust me, they pour them properly here), when suddenly the whole pub erupts in cheers during a crucial rugby moment. That's the kind of spontaneous energy that makes Dundrum House special. The multiple screens mean you'll never miss a second of the action, but somehow they've managed to keep that intimate pub feeling intact. It's basically wizardry. The food here? Oh. My. Days. We need to talk about it. When people start texting their friends mid-meal to say "GET HERE NOW," you know it's something special. The steak sandwich has achieved near-mythical status, and the chicken schnitzel? Let's just say it's caused more than a few friendly fights over who gets the last bite. And don't even get me started on their sticky toffee pudding - it's the kind of dessert that makes you consider ordering a second one "for the road." But here's where it gets really interesting. Dundrum House has this incredible ability to be whatever you need it to be. Want a chill spot for a first date? Grab one of the cozy corners. Meeting up with the whole gang to watch a match? They've got you covered with plenty of space and that electric atmosphere that makes sporting events feel like proper occasions. Having a celebration? The staff here will make sure it's one for the books. Speaking of staff - these legends deserve their own paragraph. They've got that rare gift of knowing exactly when you need another round, when to join in the banter, and when to let you solve the world's problems in peace. They're basically hospitality ninjas. Let's talk logistics because I want you to do this right. They take cards (including contactless), so no awkward cash-only surprises. There's outdoor seating for those gorgeous Dublin evenings (yes, they exist!), and if you're planning to come with a group, especially during big matches or weekend nights, booking ahead isn't just smart - it's essential. Trust me, watching people try to squeeze in last-minute during a big game is better entertainment than some comedy shows I've paid for. The live music nights? ABSOLUTE SCENES. We're talking proper Irish pub atmosphere that tourists dream about but rarely find. And the best part? It never feels staged or touristy - it's just genuine craic with a stellar soundtrack. Here's the real deal - Dundrum House isn't just in Dublin, it's a proper slice of Dublin life. It's where first dates turn into engagements, where "quick catch-ups" turn into epic nights, and where "I'll just pop in for one" becomes "why is the sun coming up?" Don't make the rookie mistake of showing up late on match days or thinking you can just wing it for a Friday night dinner. This place fills up faster than your group chat after someone mentions they've got free tickets to something. Get yourself down to Dundrum House, grab a pint, order that legendary food, and become part of the story. Because let's be honest - Netflix will still be there tomorrow, but tonight could be one for the history books.

Tucked away just off Piccadilly, the Blue Posts in London stands as a testament to everything a proper British pub should be - minus the sticky floors and dodgy meat pies. This isn't just another central London watering hole; it's the kind of place where the ceiling height rivals your expectations, and the welcome feels warmer than a fresh-from-the-oven Yorkshire pudding. Let's address the elephant in the room - finding a decent pub in tourist-heavy central London can feel like searching for a needle in a haystack of overpriced mediocrity. But the Blue Posts has somehow managed to thread that impossibly fine needle between being conveniently located (literally a stone's throw from The Ritz, darling) and maintaining its soul. The high ceilings don't just make the space feel grand; they seem to elevate the entire pub experience above the usual central London fare. Step inside, and you'll immediately notice something rare in these parts - actual breathing room. The Blue Posts in London has mastered the art of space management, offering different zones that cater to various pub-going moods. Want to catch the match? Multiple screens are strategically placed so you won't miss a single goal, even if you're mid-bite into your burger. Seeking a more intimate conversation? The clever layout includes quieter corners where you can actually hear yourself think - a luxury in central London establishments. The drink selection here deserves its own paragraph (or three). As a Greene King establishment, you'll find the usual suspects, but it's the way they're kept and served that makes the difference. Six rotating cask ales means there's always something interesting on tap, and the London Glory (a local favorite) pours as bright and clear as a summer's day in Hyde Park. The spirits selection might make your wallet wince slightly - yes, that Buffalo Trace will set you back £8.40 - but their double-up offers make it easier to justify a proper measure. And here's a little insider tip: they offer free self-service iced water at the bar, a thoughtful touch that speaks volumes about their hospitality. Speaking of hospitality, let's talk about the staff. Kelsey, Nico, and the team have mastered that delicate balance between professional service and genuine warmth - something that's about as rare as an affordable pint in Mayfair. They're quick with recommendations, generous with their knowledge, and somehow manage to keep their cool even when the place is heaving with post-work crowds. The food menu might look like standard pub fare at first glance, but don't be fooled. The kitchen takes these classics and executes them with surprising finesse. The Whitby scampi comes crispy on the outside, perfectly tender within, and the burgers... well, let's just say they're not your typical pub grub afterthought. Everything arrives at your table at a pace that makes you wonder if they've somehow bent the laws of physics in their kitchen. Dog owners, rejoice - your four-legged friends are welcome here, adding to the proper neighborhood pub feel. The outdoor seating area provides a perfect spot for people-watching while your pooch gets fussed over by passing admirers. And yes, there are proper loos - a detail that shouldn't need mentioning but anyone who's pub-crawled through London knows is worth its weight in gold. For sports enthusiasts, the Blue Posts has become something of a sanctuary. Beyond the usual football matches, they've carved out a niche by showing NFL games on Sundays, making it a rare find for American football fans in London. The multiple screens and sound management mean you can follow the action without feeling like you're in a sports bar that happens to serve beer - it's still very much a proper pub first. Here's the real talk: while the Blue Posts sits comfortably in the reasonable price range for central London, it delivers value that exceeds expectations. Sure, you might pay a bit more than at your local suburban pub, but for the location, service quality, and overall experience, it's more than justified. If you're planning a visit (and you should be), booking ahead for busy periods is your best bet. While the space is generous, the secret of this gem is well and truly out. Whether you're seeking refuge from the Piccadilly crowds, meeting friends for a proper catch-up, or looking for somewhere to watch the game that won't make you question your life choices, the Blue Posts in London delivers. Just don't blame me if it becomes your new favorite central London pub - you've been warned.

In the heart of Cornamona, Lowry's Music & Whiskey Bar stands as a testament to Ireland's enduring love affair with melody and malt. The worn wooden threshold, polished by countless footsteps, leads into a space where time moves at its own gentle pace, and stories flow as freely as the spirits that line the back bar. Golden light spills through windows that have witnessed generations of revelry, casting honey-colored shadows across dark wood panels and worn leather seats. The air at Lowry's Music & Whiskey Bar carries the pleasant mixture of turf smoke, aged oak, and the promise of songs yet to be sung. Here in Cornamona, the pub doesn't simply occupy space – it creates it, carving out a sanctuary where the modern world slows its relentless march. The bar itself is a masterwork of lived-in elegance, its surface bearing the subtle marks of countless elbows and glass-rings that tell tales of conversations past. Whiskey bottles stand like amber sentinels along shelves that climb toward the ceiling, their labels catching light and winking at patrons like old friends sharing secrets. The collection speaks not of pretension, but of careful curation – each bottle chosen to offer something genuine to those who appreciate the water of life. As afternoon mellows into evening, Lowry's transforms. Musicians gather in the corner by the hearth, their instruments cases opening like treasure chests of possibility. The pub's acoustics seem designed by nature herself, allowing traditional tunes to fill every nook without overwhelming intimate conversations. You'll find yourself tapping your foot to a reel while cradling a perfectly pulled pint, the rhythm of the music matching the rhythm of your heart. The food menu offers honest fare that honors its pub roots while acknowledging modern tastes. Soup and sandwich combinations provide sustenance for travelers and locals alike, each plate emerging from the kitchen with the kind of care that suggests the chef knows many customers by name. There's no pretense here – just good food served with genuine warmth. When the evening sessions begin in earnest, Lowry's Music & Whiskey Bar reveals its true character. Local musicians blend seamlessly with touring players, creating impromptu collaborations that could never be replicated. The whiskey selection comes into its own as the night deepens, with knowledgeable staff happy to guide you through the options, whether you're a novice or a connoisseur. The outdoor seating area provides a breath of fresh Cornamona air when needed, with tables that catch the last of the day's sun or offer shelter under twinkling lights as evening falls. It's a space that feels both part of the pub and part of the town itself, where the boundary between establishment and community blurs beautifully. Time moves differently at Lowry's. What begins as a quick stop for a pint can easily evolve into an evening of music, storytelling, and the kind of conversations that remain in memory long after the last note has faded. The staff move with the easy grace of those who understand they're not just serving drinks, but maintaining a cultural cornerstone of Cornamona. Groups naturally gather around the larger tables, strangers becoming friends over shared stories and traditional tunes. Modern conveniences like card payments blend discretely with traditional hospitality, ensuring nothing interrupts the flow of an evening. Sports enthusiasts find their place too, with matches shown in a way that complements rather than competes with the pub's musical heart. As you leave Lowry's Music & Whiskey Bar, stepping back onto Cornamona's streets, you carry with you more than memories of fine whiskey and good music. You take with you a piece of what makes Ireland's pub culture so special – the understanding that some places exist not just as businesses, but as keepers of tradition, facilitators of friendship, and creators of moments that become stories worth telling. Come be part of this continuing narrative, where every evening writes its own chapter in Lowry's ongoing story.

Just what London needs - another gastropub masquerading as the savior of British cuisine. The Clarence sits there in all its Victorian glory, practically begging you to notice its carefully curated blend of traditional architecture and modern sensibilities. I walked in fully prepared to hate it, armed with a notepad full of cynical observations about yet another mediocre pub jumping on the "elevated dining" bandwagon. And then, damn it all, they had to go and be actually good. Let's be clear - I've suffered through enough lukewarm fish and chips and uninspired pub grub to last several lifetimes. So when my perfectly crispy, flaky piece of cod arrived, I was annoyed. Genuinely annoyed. Because now I'd have to admit The Clarence knows what they're doing, and that's not what I came here for. The cocktail program is another irritating success. Their Old Fashioned - which I ordered fully expecting to pen a scathing paragraph about London pubs butchering classic cocktails - arrived with the perfect balance of bourbon, bitters, and subtle sweetness. I almost sent it back out of spite. The interior strikes that infuriatingly perfect balance between traditional pub cosiness and contemporary sophistication. Dark woods and vintage fixtures somehow avoid feeling stuffy, while modern touches stop short of trying too hard. It's as if they actually thought about the design instead of just copying and pasting from the "Generic London Gastropub" handbook. What's particularly vexing is the staff's genuine warmth. In an era where authentic hospitality often feels as rare as a reasonable London rent, The Clarence's team manages to be attentive without hovering, knowledgeable without pretension. They even handled a large tour group with the kind of efficiency that makes you wonder if they've secretly cloned their wait staff. The menu prices sit squarely in the "you're paying a bit more, but not enough to properly complain about" category. Yes, you could find cheaper fish and chips elsewhere, but then you'd be eating cheaper fish and chips, wouldn't you? The quality of ingredients and execution actually justifies the cost, which is frankly annoying when you're trying to maintain a properly cynical outlook. They've even managed to nail the basics that so many establishments somehow botch. The restrooms are actually clean and well-maintained (located upstairs, but with mercifully manageable stairs). They welcome dogs, because apparently, they're determined to be charming on every possible level. And yes, they take reservations, because they're not monsters. The dessert menu deserves a special mention, if only because their brownie with vanilla ice cream made me temporarily forget my professional obligation to find fault. It's the kind of dessert that makes you wonder if they have a retired grandmother locked in the kitchen, refusing to share her secret recipe. What's particularly irksome is how well The Clarence fits into its London location. It manages to be both a legitimate local's pub and a spot worthy of taking out-of-towners. The fact that they can pull off this diplomatic double act while maintaining quality across the board is, quite frankly, showing off. Fine. I give up. The Clarence has earned its reputation and its 4.4-star rating. If you're in London and seeking a pub that delivers on both food and atmosphere, you'll want to book a table here. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation for cynicism to maintain. And whatever you do, don't order that Old Fashioned unless you're prepared to ruin all other Old Fashioneds for yourself. Don't say I didn't warn you.

There's something delightfully timeless about The Fox in London that hits you the moment you cross its threshold. Maybe it's the way the afternoon light streams through the centuries-old windows, casting honey-colored shadows across worn wooden floors that have witnessed countless stories. Or perhaps it's the persistent charm of a proper London pub that's managed to keep its soul while so many others have succumbed to chrome-and-leather modernization. I first stumbled upon The Fox during one of those quintessentially London drizzly afternoons when the city feels like a watercolor painting. What struck me immediately wasn't just the warm welcome (though that was certainly there), but the palpable sense that this wasn't just another cookie-cutter pub trying to cash in on tourist pounds. The Fox has earned its place in London's pub landscape the old-fashioned way – by being consistently, authentically excellent. Let's talk about the atmosphere because it's here where The Fox really shows its cards. The interior strikes that perfect balance between cozy and spacious, with nooks and crannies that seem designed for everything from first dates to friendly gatherings. There's something almost theatrical about the way the space unfolds – each room telling its own story, each corner offering a different perspective on what a London pub should be. The main bar area hums with energy, while quieter spaces tucked away offer refuge for those seeking more intimate conversations. The drinks selection deserves its own standing ovation. The Fox doesn't just serve beer; it celebrates it. The carefully curated rotation of local craft brews sits comfortably alongside traditional ales, and the staff's knowledge is impressive without being pretentious. They'll guide you to your perfect pint with the kind of enthusiasm that makes you feel like you're being let in on a secret. The wine list is equally thoughtful, and their cocktails? Well, let's just say they understand that a proper drink is about precision as much as personality. What really sets this place apart is its ability to read the room. During my visits, I've watched The Fox transform from a sunlit lunch spot where locals linger over reasonably priced meals, to an evening haven where the lighting dims just so, and the atmosphere shifts like a well-orchestrated scene change. The outdoor seating area – a proper beer garden, mind you – becomes its own micro-community when the weather permits, with regular visits from a particularly charismatic local robin who's achieved something of a celebrity status among regulars. Speaking of food, the kitchen knows its audience. The menu hits all the pub classics you'd expect, but each with its own thoughtful twist. The portions are generous without being overwhelming, and the prices feel fair for the quality you're getting. The calamari has achieved near-legendary status among regulars, and the Sunday roast (book ahead, trust me) draws people from across London. They've mastered that elusive art of serving food that's both comforting and interesting – no small feat in a city where dining trends change faster than the weather. The Fox has also embraced modern conveniences without losing its traditional charm. You can book a table online, pay with contactless, and they've even got a clever system for handling food allergies. But these touches feel like natural evolutions rather than forced modernizations. The fact that they welcome dogs adds another layer of authenticity – there's something thoroughly British about sharing your pub space with a four-legged friend. The service style here deserves special mention. The staff has mastered that distinctly British art of being simultaneously professional and familiar. They remember faces, drink preferences, and manage to make both regulars and first-timers feel equally at home. It's the kind of place where you might come in for a quick pint and end up staying for hours, drawn into conversation with the friendly faces around you. For anyone seeking the genuine article in London's vast pub landscape, The Fox delivers in spades. It's not trying to be the trendiest spot in town, and that's precisely why it works so well. Whether you're a local looking for your new regular or a visitor wanting to experience a proper London pub, make your way here. Just don't blame me if you end up staying longer than planned – it happens to the best of us.

Let me tell you about The Winchmore Pub in London, because this place? It's basically where memorable nights are BORN. Nestled in the heart of Winchmore Hill, this isn't just another London pub - it's that perfect sweet spot where cozy local charm meets "I can't believe this just happened" energy. You know those places that just FEEL right the moment you walk in? The Winchmore has that magic. The kind where you pop in for "just one quick drink" and somehow end up having the best night of your month. Maybe it's the way the light hits the bar just right, or how the staff greet you like they've been waiting for you all day (spoiler: they're actually that friendly). Listen, if you're looking for a sign to break out of your Netflix rut, THIS IS IT. The Winchmore isn't just serving drinks - they're serving possibilities. Want to impress a date? Grab one of their cozy corners and split a wood-fired pizza that'll make Italian grandmothers weep. Meeting friends? The outdoor seating area is basically a masterclass in perfect summer evenings. And don't even get me started on their Sunday roasts - they're the kind of meal that makes you want to start a petition to extend weekends to three days. But here's where it gets really good. They've got this WHOLE THING going on with their food menu that's like a greatest hits album of pub cuisine, but make it fancy. We're talking mac and cheese bites that'll haunt your dreams (in the best way), wings that'll make you question everything you thought you knew about bar food, and pizzas that somehow manage to be both proper authentic AND creative enough to spark conversation. The drinks situation? PERFECTION. Whether you're a craft beer enthusiast, wine aficionado, or cocktail explorer, they've got you covered. And the bartenders? They're like drink wizards who somehow remember your usual after just one visit. It's actually scary (but like, impressively scary). Can we talk about the vibe for a second? Because it's somehow nailed that impossible sweet spot between "nice enough to bring your parents" and "fun enough for your friend's birthday chaos." They've got live music some nights that'll make you forget checking your phone exists, and the whole place has this buzz that makes random Tuesdays feel like Saturday nights. Dog friendly? CHECK. Good for groups? ABSOLUTELY. Perfect for solo missions where you just need to escape your flat and maybe make some new friends? You better believe it. The Winchmore has mastered the art of being all things to all people without losing its soul in the process. Pro tips? Book ahead for Sunday roasts - trust me on this one. The best tables in summer are in their outdoor space, but don't sleep on the cozy corners inside during winter - they're basically happiness pods. And if you're driving, there's actually free parking nearby, which in London is basically like finding a unicorn wearing a crown. Here's the thing about The Winchmore - it's more than just a pub in North London. It's where first dates turn into relationships, where quick catch-ups turn into epic nights, and where "I'll just have one" turns into "should we get breakfast?" It's that rare place that feels both like a discovery and like coming home. So here's your mission: Stop whatever mediocre plans you were making for your next free evening and get yourself to The Winchmore. Because right now, someone's having the time of their life there, and honestly? That someone should be you. The best nights in London are happening at The Winchmore, and you're already late to the party. Don't worry though - they'll save you a spot.

The Railway Tavern in London stands as a testament to the enduring spirit of the Victorian pub, where past and present mingle like old friends sharing a pint. Just opposite Tulse Hill station, its modest frontage belies the expansive world that unfolds within - a world where the gentle hum of conversation flows as steadily as the beer from well-maintained taps. Step inside, and you'll find yourself embraced by bold, dark hues that speak to both the building's 1881 heritage and its contemporary soul. The Railway Tavern London reveals itself gradually, like a story told in chapters, each space offering its own particular charm. Modern artworks punctuate the walls with splashes of vibrant color, creating a dialogue between the traditional and the now. The pub unfolds in three distinct movements. The main bar area serves as the heart of the establishment, where seasoned regulars and curious newcomers alike find common ground. Behind this lies a split-level sanctuary housing a pool table and table football - those beloved pub games that have sparked countless friendly competitions and forged unexpected friendships. Here too you'll find the open kitchen, where the aroma of New York-style pizzas mingles with the hoppy scent of craft beers. But it's the beer garden that truly captures the imagination. This vast outdoor space feels like discovering a secret garden in the heart of South London, complete with cozy huts that offer shelter from both summer sun and winter chill. Heat lamps cast their warm glow over winter gatherings, while summer evenings see the space transform into an outdoor living room for the neighborhood. A ping pong table stands ready for impromptu tournaments, its presence a reminder that the best pub experiences often arise from spontaneous moments of play. The Railway Tavern's drink selection speaks to both tradition and modern tastes. The carefully curated lineup features familiar favorites alongside rotating local London brews, each pint poured with the kind of care that speaks to a genuine respect for the craft. The price point strikes that sweet spot between accessibility and quality - this is a place where you can settle in for an evening without watching the clock or your wallet too anxiously. The food menu centers around 12-inch pizzas that have become legendary in their own right. These aren't mere pub sustenance but proper expressions of culinary craft, with the burrata topping earning particular praise from those in the know. Watch as steam rises from freshly baked crusts, carrying promises of satisfaction to nearby tables. When football matches grace the strategically placed screens, the pub transforms yet again. The atmosphere crackles with collective anticipation, yet somehow maintains space for those seeking quieter conversations in its more secluded corners. This is the rare sports pub that welcomes all, whether you're there for the match or simply for the company. The staff move through the space with the easy confidence of those who understand their role in this community hub. They're quick with recommendations, generous with samples for the undecided, and seem to inherently understand when to engage and when to let conversations flow uninterrupted. As evening deepens, live music often fills the air on selected nights, the sounds floating up to mingle with the gentle chatter and laughter that seems to seep into these historic walls. The Railway Tavern London has mastered that delicate art of evolution - honoring its past while embracing the present needs of its diverse clientele. Whether you're seeking a quiet afternoon pint, a lively evening with friends, or a proper London pub experience, the Railway Tavern beckons. Step through its doors, find your perfect spot - perhaps in one of those garden huts or at the bar where the brass rail has been polished by generations of elbows - and add your own chapter to this continuing story of community, craft, and connection.

Step into The George in London and you'll quickly understand why this isn't just another pub in a city full of them. Nestled in its prime spot, this establishment has mastered the delicate art of being both a proper British boozer and something altogether more sophisticated. It's the kind of place where you might spot a suited banker sharing a scotch egg with a tattooed artist, and somehow, it all makes perfect sense. From the moment you cross the threshold, The George radiates that particular brand of London cool that can't be manufactured – it can only be earned through years of getting things exactly right. The ground floor buzzes with energy, all warm woods and gleaming brass, while upstairs holds secret corners and cozy nooks that feel like they've been waiting just for you. The red room on the first floor, with its perfect conversation-level acoustics, might just become your new favorite spot for those catch-ups that turn into entire evenings. Let's talk about that scotch egg, because it's become something of a local legend. This isn't your corner shop variety – we're talking about a perfectly crafted sphere of joy, where crispy coating gives way to well-seasoned sausage meat, finally revealing a yolk that's somehow both firm and luxuriously runny. It's the kind of dish that makes you wonder why you ever settled for less. And while we're on the subject of bar snacks, the pork scratchings here are what other pork scratchings dream of becoming when they grow up. The main menu performs a clever balancing act between pub classics and modern British cuisine. The fish and chips comes with a cheeky bonus of extra batter scraps on top – a touch that shows someone in the kitchen really gets it. Then there's the bone marrow curry with mashed potatoes, a dish that sounds like it was invented after a particularly inspired late-night brainstorming session but works so brilliantly you'll wonder why it isn't on menus everywhere. Live music transforms the downstairs space into something magical during evening sessions. The acoustics are just right – loud enough to feel the energy, quiet enough to still order another round without shouting yourself hoarse. It's the sort of setup that makes you want to cancel your next morning's plans, just so you can stay for one more song. The service strikes that perfect London balance – attentive without hovering, knowledgeable without lecturing. The staff actually seem to enjoy being there, which in today's hospitality scene is refreshingly genuine. They'll guide you through the menu with honest recommendations and steer you toward whatever's particularly good that day, like trusted friends who happen to know their way around an excellent wine list. Speaking of drinking, The George takes its liquid offerings seriously. The Guinness here is poured with reverence, given the full time it needs to settle – no rushed jobs. The wine list is thoughtfully curated, and the cocktails are mixed with precision rather than flashy theatrics. It's a place that understands sometimes you want a perfectly made classic rather than something involving smoke and mirrors. Dog owners, rejoice – your four-legged friends are welcome here, and they'll likely receive as much attention as you do. The outdoor seating area becomes a particularly jovial spot during those precious sunny London days, with both humans and canines soaking up the rare vitamin D. For sports enthusiasts, they've managed to incorporate screens without letting them dominate the space – meaning you can catch the match without feeling like you're in a sports bar. It's a neat trick that few venues pull off successfully. The George in London has achieved something remarkable: it's both a destination venue and a proper local. Whether you're planning a special evening out or just seeking a quality pint after work, it fits the bill with equal ease. Book ahead for dinner (especially for that red room), but don't be afraid to chance it for a spontaneous drink. Just be warned – what starts as a quick pit stop has a habit of turning into one of those memorable London nights that you'll be talking about for weeks to come.

The Black Lion Inn in Dublin stands as a testament to Ireland's enduring pub culture, where over two centuries of history blend seamlessly with contemporary gastro-pub sensibilities. Nestled in the heart of Dublin's bustling streets, this establishment has watched the city transform while maintaining its authentic character, serving as both a neighborhood anchor and a destination for those seeking genuine Irish hospitality. Few Dublin pubs can claim the kind of historical lineage that the Black Lion Inn possesses. Operating for more than 200 years, its weathered walls have absorbed countless conversations, from whispered political discourse during times of upheaval to today's animated sports discussions over perfectly poured pints of Guinness. The pub's evolution mirrors Dublin's own journey from a colonial capital to a modern European cultural hub, adapting while preserving the essential elements that make Irish pubs globally beloved institutions. The interior of the Black Lion Inn speaks to this dual identity. Traditional elements like dark wood paneling and intimate snugs share space with contemporary touches that acknowledge modern dining expectations. This thoughtful balance reflects a broader trend in Dublin's pub culture, where establishments must honor their heritage while meeting evolving consumer preferences. The result is a space that feels both timeless and relevant, where locals and tourists alike find common ground. Gastronomically, the Black Lion Inn exemplifies the elevation of pub fare that has characterized Dublin's food scene over the past decade. Their Sunday roast, complete with impressively sized Yorkshire puddings, has become something of a local legend. The kitchen demonstrates a commitment to traditional pub classics while incorporating contemporary culinary standards, offering portions that honor the generous spirit of Irish hospitality without sacrificing quality. Their steak preparation, paired with a properly settled Guinness, represents the kind of simple yet satisfying combination that has kept patrons returning for generations. The pub's atmosphere shifts naturally through the day, another hallmark of Dublin's most successful establishments. Morning coffee service transitions to leisurely lunches, while evenings bring a livelier ambiance, especially during sporting events shown on strategically placed screens. Live music sessions add another layer to the cultural experience, continuing a tradition that has long made Dublin pubs essential incubators of Irish musical heritage. Service at the Black Lion Inn reflects the informal warmth that characterizes the best of Irish hospitality. The staff maintains a professional yet personable approach, demonstrating the kind of authentic engagement that can't be manufactured. This represents a conscious choice to preserve the traditional publican's role as both service provider and community connector, even as the establishment caters to a diverse, modern clientele. The pub's business model smartly balances accessibility with quality, positioning itself as a venue where both special occasions and casual gatherings feel equally at home. The pricing structure reflects Dublin's current market expectations while ensuring value through generous portions and attentive service. The addition of modern conveniences like NFC payments alongside traditional service elements demonstrates an understanding of contemporary consumer needs without compromising the essential pub experience. For sports enthusiasts, the Black Lion Inn has cultivated an atmosphere that honors the traditional relationship between Irish pubs and athletic events. Whether it's international rugby matches or Premier League football, the pub provides an environment where the communal aspect of sports watching remains central to the experience, supported by quality food and drink service that enhances rather than distracts from the main event. Situated within easy reach of Dublin's public transport links and paid street parking, the Black Lion Inn serves as both a local institution and a worthy destination for visitors. Its offering of takeout options alongside traditional dine-in service reflects an adaptation to modern urban lifestyles while maintaining the core appeal of the Irish pub experience. To cross the threshold of the Black Lion Inn is to participate in a living piece of Dublin's cultural heritage. Whether you're settling in for a Sunday roast, catching a match with friends, or simply seeking a proper pint in authentic surroundings, you're joining a continuous stream of patronage that stretches back through generations of Dubliners. In an era of rapid change, such anchors of community and tradition become ever more precious, making a visit to the Black Lion Inn not just a meal or a drink, but a meaningful engagement with Dublin's enduring pub culture.

Just what Croydon needed - another pub with delusions of grandeur. The Spread Eagle in London's perpetually "up-and-coming" southern suburb had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. Another Fullers chain establishment trying to convince us it's somehow different from the countless other watering holes dotting this concrete jungle? Please. But damn it all if this place hasn't wormed its way into my cynical heart like an uninvited but surprisingly charming houseguest. The first thing that catches your eye at The Spread Eagle Croydon is the almost obsessive level of cleanliness - I'm talking "someone definitely got carried away with the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser" levels of spotless. Even the bathrooms (usually the true test of any pub's character) are maintained with an enthusiasm that borders on the suspicious. The bar staff work with the precision of Swiss watchmakers, if Swiss watchmakers were really into polishing pint glasses and crafting perfectly poured Guinness. Speaking of which, yes, it's £6.70 a pint - welcome to London, folks. The beer selection initially had me prepared to write a scathing paragraph about the predictability of Fullers' offerings. Four taps of London Pride? It's like they're trying to win some sort of award for least imaginative beer selection. And yet, somehow, the Pride tastes better here than it has any right to. I arrived determined to find fault, notebook in hand, ready to skewer another soulless chain pub. Instead, I found myself reluctantly admitting that The Spread Eagle has managed to thread that impossibly fine needle between maintaining traditional pub charm and offering modern amenities. The multiple TV screens showing various sports simultaneously could have been tacky, but they've somehow arranged them with enough discretion that you can ignore them if you're not interested. Though if you are here for the match, you'll have to do without commentary - perhaps a blessing in disguise, depending on who's playing. The food menu threw me a curveball. I expected the usual pub grub suspects, but they've got some genuine surprises tucked away between the fish and chips. The Thai options feel like they shouldn't work in a traditional London pub setting, but they do - magnificently so. It's like finding out your straight-laced uncle secretly moonlights as a jazz musician, and he's actually quite good at it. The space itself manages to be both cozy and accommodating for groups, with outdoor seating for those three days a year when London weather cooperates. The interior strikes a balance between traditional pub aesthetics and modern comfort that makes you want to settle in for longer than you'd planned. Trust me, I tried to leave several times, but the comfortable seating and surprisingly pleasant atmosphere kept drawing me back like a moth to a very well-polished flame. Service walks that fine line between attentive and overbearing with surprising grace. The staff somehow manage to be both professional and personable, which is about as rare in London pubs as a reasonable rental price. They're knowledgeable about their offerings without being pretentious about it - a refreshing change from the "craft beer encyclopedia" routine you get at some establishments. For those concerned about practical matters, they take cards (including contactless), though there's something slightly sad about tapping your phone to pay for a pint. Parking is available nearby, but it's paid - this is still London, after all. They do take reservations, which is worth knowing if you're planning to visit during peak hours or for Sunday roast, which, by the way, is genuinely worth the journey to Croydon (words I never thought I'd write). Look, I came to The Spread Eagle Croydon ready to write it off as just another chain pub trying too hard. Instead, I'm sitting here, reluctantly updating my "actually decent pubs in South London" list. Whether you're after a proper pint, surprisingly good Thai food, or just a clean pub with reliable WiFi and sports on the telly, you'll find it here. And yes, I hate myself a little bit for saying this, but you should probably give it a try. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.