Anchor Tap

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a "hidden gem" near Tower Bridge. The Anchor Tap sits there, stubbornly existing since the 1850s, practically daring you not to be charmed by its unapologetically traditional demeanor. And damn it all if it doesn't succeed.

I approached with the weary cynicism of someone who's suffered through countless mediocre pints in tourist-trap pubs around Tower Bridge. The exterior is almost aggressively unassuming - the kind of place that either serves the best beer of your life or makes you question your life choices. Spoiler alert: it's frustratingly closer to the former.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, it's a Sam Smith's pub. For the uninitiated, that means prices that make you double-check your bill in disbelief (in a good way) and a selection of house-brewed beers that somehow manage to be both cheaper than water and actually worth drinking. The Pure Brewed Lager arrives with a proper head and costs less than your morning coffee, which is either brilliant or suspicious depending on your worldview.

The interior feels like time stopped somewhere around 1955 and everyone just collectively agreed to leave it that way. There's an upright piano that's probably witnessed more historic moments than the nearby Tower of London, and wood paneling that tells stories I'm not sure I want to hear. It should feel contrived. It doesn't.

What really gets under my skin is how the staff manages to be genuinely friendly without the artificial cheeriness that plagues so many London establishments. They're efficient, knowledgeable about their beers, and - most irritatingly - actually seem to enjoy their jobs. Who allowed this?

The food menu is a lesson in pub classics done right, though I approached the chicken schnitzel with the skepticism it deserved. Turns out it's actually decent - not life-changing, but satisfying in that "I've had three pints and this is exactly what I needed" way. The steak and ale pie, however, is annoyingly good. Proper pastry, generous filling, and exactly zero pretension about being anything other than what it is - a damn good pie.

The outdoor seating area feels like an afterthought, which somehow makes it perfect for those rare London days when the sun remembers it exists. It's particularly satisfying to sit there watching tourists march past toward more obvious establishments, feeling smugly superior about your choice to stop here instead.

Here's the thing about the Anchor Tap - it's the kind of London pub that makes you angry because it's actually as authentic as it appears. No carefully curated vintage decor, no artisanal this or craft that, just solid drinks, decent food, and prices that make you wonder if they've heard about inflation.

The location, mere steps from Tower Bridge but somehow avoiding the worst of the tourist crush, feels like a deliberate taunt to other pubs in the area. It's like finding a £20 note in an old jacket - you know you don't deserve this stroke of luck, but you'll take it anyway.

They accept cards (including contactless), which feels almost like a betrayal of their old-school character, but I'll grudgingly admit it's convenient. The fact that they're dog-friendly only adds to their irritating charm - there's something fundamentally right about enjoying a pint while a local's elderly golden retriever dozes nearby.

Look, I wanted to dislike the Anchor Tap. London's pub scene is oversaturated with places trying too hard to be "authentic" or "traditional." But this place isn't trying to be anything - it just is. And that's precisely why it works. If you must visit the Tower Bridge area (and let's face it, you probably will), do yourself a favor and duck into this stubbornly excellent establishment. Just don't tell too many people about it. We don't want them getting ideas about their success.