Nolan's

Just what London needs - another Irish pub claiming to be "authentic." When I first walked into Nolan's in South Lambeth, I was ready to dismiss it as yet another pretender trying to cash in on the eternal appeal of dark beer and dartboards. The neighborhood already has enough watering holes vying for the coveted "genuine article" status, so why should this corner establishment warrant any special attention?

I'll tell you why, though it pains my cynical heart to admit it. Nolan's in London has somehow managed to do the impossible - create a pub that feels both legitimately lived-in and welcomingly unpretentious, without trying too hard at either. The stripped wood floors aren't artificially distressed to look old; they're actually worn from decades of foot traffic. The blue walls aren't "thoughtfully curated" by some interior designer's vision of what an Irish pub should be; they're just... blue.

Let's talk about the Guinness, because we must. At a fiver a pint (a rare reasonable price point in this increasingly expensive city), it's poured with the kind of care that suggests someone behind the bar actually gives a damn. I've had enough badly-pulled pints in London to fill the Thames, but here, they seem to understand that proper technique isn't just for show.

The place has three dartboards. Three. Not tucked away in some dark corner as an afterthought, but prominently displayed like the sporting shrine they are. The collection of trophies lining the shelves isn't for show either - this is clearly a pub where people come to play, and play seriously. There's something refreshingly honest about that.

You'd expect a pub of this vintage (established 1856, when it was known as The Prince of Wales) to rest on its historical laurels, but Nolan's manages to balance its heritage with contemporary relevance. Yes, there's a fish tank behind the bar - because of course there is - but it somehow works alongside the multiple screens showing live sports without feeling like a theme park version of an Irish pub.

The regulars here aren't playing at being pub-goers; they're just people who've found their local. Students mingle with old-timers, and surprisingly, it doesn't feel forced. The landlady's welcome isn't the practiced hospitality of a chain establishment but the genuine warmth of someone who actually enjoys what they do. (I know, I was shocked too.)

What you won't find here is craft beer experimentation or a gastropub menu trying to reinvent the wheel. The beer selection is decidedly mainstream, focusing on familiar keg offerings rather than obscure ales. And while there's no proper food menu, the basic bar snacks serve their purpose well enough. Sometimes, knowing exactly what you are - and aren't - is the greatest form of authenticity.

The location, just a stone's throw from Nine Elms tube station, makes it dangerously convenient for an impromptu pint. The building itself is something of an oddity - a long, detached structure that stands apart from its neighbors, much like the pub's stance in London's drinking landscape.

Is it perfect? Of course not. The glasses could be cleaner, and yes, there's apparently a cat wandering around (allergy sufferers, you've been warned). The mixed drinks won't win any mixology awards, and if you're seeking craft beer innovation, you're in the wrong place entirely.

But here's the thing - Nolan's in London isn't trying to be the next big thing or your Instagram backdrop. It's content being what it is: a proper pub where you can actually hear yourself think (most of the time), play a decent game of darts, watch the match without having to book a table three weeks in advance, and enjoy a well-pulled pint that won't require a mortgage extension.

Against my better judgment and every cynical bone in my body, I have to recommend this place. Whether you're in the area or need to make a special trip to SW8, Nolan's offers something increasingly rare in London - an honest pub experience that values substance over style. Just don't all rush there at once. Some of us cynics have grown quite fond of having a reliable spot for a proper pint.