Gibney's London

Just what London needed - another Irish pub claiming to serve "the best Guinness outside Dublin." When I first heard about Gibney's London lurking beneath Old Street, I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly sprained an optic nerve. Haven't we reached peak Celtic-themed drinking establishment in this city? Apparently not.

Down the stairs I went, bracing myself for the usual suspects: shamrock-plastered walls, "Kiss Me I'm Irish" tat, and bartenders doing their best "Top o' the mornin'" impression for the tourists. But Gibney's London pulled its first surprise - there wasn't a single leprechaun in sight. Instead, I found myself in a wood-clad basement that somehow manages to feel both contemporary and timeless, like a pub that's been here for centuries but also just got a very tasteful makeover.

The thing about Gibney's is that it shouldn't work. A basement bar south of Old Street roundabout, opened (of all cursed timing) in March 2020, sharing space with its fancy upstairs sibling Daffodil Mulligan? It reads like a hospitality disaster waiting to happen. Yet here I am, reluctantly admitting that they've done something rather special with the place.

Let's talk about that Guinness, shall we? Because yes, fine, it's exceptional. The kind of pint that makes you understand why people bang on about "proper" Guinness. The pour is treated with the kind of reverence usually reserved for ancient religious ceremonies, and the result is a creamy-headed masterpiece that would make Arthur himself weep with joy. At £6.65 a pint, it's not exactly Dublin prices, but this is London - we've all made our peace with daylight robbery masquerading as beverage service.

The space itself is clever - cozy without being cramped, with those dark wood booths and red leather seating that invite you to settle in for "just one more." The TV screens for sports are numerous enough to catch the match but somehow don't turn the place into a sports bar. It's a delicate balance, and they've nailed it.

What really gets me, though, is the atmosphere. Live music that doesn't make you want to flee screaming into the night. Irish folk songs that feel authentic rather than performative. Even the 80's rock classics somehow work here. The staff - and it pains me to say this - are genuinely charming rather than professionally polite. They're having actual craic, not the forced kind you find in theme pubs.

The food menu is another surprise. Korean Pork Bites sitting comfortably alongside Cauliflower Bhajis? In an Irish pub? It shouldn't work, but it does. And if you're feeling particularly flush (or particularly Irish), there's a whole Suckling Pig to share for £96. Yes, that's absurd, but in a city where a mediocre burger can cost you £20, at least it's memorably absurd.

Dog-friendly, group-friendly, and somehow managing to be both a serious sports-watching venue and a place you'd actually want to spend time in even if you think football is just organized jogging - Gibney's London has pulled off something approaching a miracle. They've created a proper London-Irish pub that neither sacrifices authenticity nor becomes a caricature of itself.

The location, a stone's throw from Old Street station, means it's actually convenient for after-work drinks, weekend sessions, or that dangerous "quick pint" that turns into a lost afternoon. The basement setting, which could have been claustrophobic, instead feels like a welcome escape from the chaos above.

Look, I didn't want to like Gibney's London. I really didn't. But just like that perfectly poured Guinness, it's won me over layer by layer. Whether you're seeking live music, sporting events, decent pub grub, or just a proper pint in surroundings that don't make you question your life choices, you'll find it here. And yes, I'm as surprised as you are to be saying this, but book yourself a table. Just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming one of those people who lectures others about the proper way to pour a pint of the black stuff.