Enid Street Tavern

Just what London needs - another railway arch turned trendy watering hole. The Enid Street Tavern in Bermondsey sits among the seemingly endless parade of brick vaults that have been transformed into craft beer sanctuaries, natural wine shops, and places serving small plates that are, inevitably, "meant to be shared." Eye roll.

And yet, damn it all, there's something about this place that keeps drawing me back. Maybe it's the way the evening light streams through those imposing arched windows, casting long shadows across the weathered wooden floors. Or perhaps it's the refreshingly unpretentious staff who actually know their stuff without making you feel like you've failed some secret hipster entrance exam.

Let's talk about that beer selection, shall we? While every other venue along the Bermondsey Beer Mile seems determined to showcase exclusively rare Estonian microbrews that taste like they were filtered through a Viking's beard, Enid Street Tavern maintains a surprisingly well-curated list that balances local heroes with some genuinely interesting finds. Yes, you can get your obscure Walthamstow craft IPA if you must prove your beer credentials, but there's also properly kept cask ale for those of us who don't need our drink to taste like a liquidized Christmas tree.

The space itself is one of those clever conversions that somehow manages to honor its industrial heritage without beating you over the head with exposed pipes and Edison bulbs. The mezzanine level is particularly well-executed - a cozy perch from which to watch the evening unfold below while nursing something hoppy. And speaking of cozy, the fact that they welcome dogs is a nice touch. Nothing quite takes the edge off a pub's try-hard vibe like a sleepy labrador sprawled across the floor.

What's truly remarkable about Enid Street Tavern - and I can't believe I'm saying this - is how they've managed to create a genuine community pub atmosphere in an area that's increasingly becoming a weekend warrior playground. The regular crowd is an entertaining mix of local creative types, beer enthusiasts who actually know what they're talking about, and people who simply appreciate a well-run establishment. It's the kind of place where you might come for one quick pint and find yourself still there three hours later, deep in conversation with a furniture designer about the merits of different wood types for barrel aging.

The events calendar deserves a mention, if only because they've somehow cracked the code of hosting private parties without making the rest of us feel like we've accidentally crashed someone's wedding. The space adapts remarkably well, whether it's accommodating a milestone birthday celebration or a casual Thursday evening crowd. The staff handles these transitions with surprising grace, maintaining service levels even when the place is heaving.

For those seeking sustenance, they've wisely avoided the trap of trying to be a gastropub. Instead, they focus on doing what they do best - being a proper drinking establishment - while occasionally hosting food pop-ups that range from decent to surprisingly good. It's refreshing to see a venue that knows its strengths and doesn't try to be all things to all people.

Payment is mercifully straightforward - they take cards, contactless, and yes, even cash (remember that?). The outdoor seating area, while not exactly the Riviera, provides a pleasant enough spot for summer evening drinks, assuming you don't mind the occasional rumble of trains overhead - which, after a few pints, becomes rather charming.

Look, I didn't want to like Enid Street Tavern. London's railway arch bar scene is saturated enough without another contender joining the fray. But there's an authenticity here that's increasingly rare in Bermondsey's ever-evolving landscape. It's a pub that actually feels like a pub, rather than a consultant's idea of what a modern London drinking establishment should be.

If you find yourself in SE1, possibly lost among the countless railway arches of the Bermondsey Beer Mile, do yourself a favor and stop in at Enid Street Tavern. Just don't blame me when you end up making it your regular spot. Trust me, I tried to resist too.