North Nineteen

Just what London needed - another pub claiming to be a "proper local." The North Nineteen in London's Upper Holloway neighborhood presents itself as one of those increasingly rare authentic community boozers, and I arrived fully prepared to roll my eyes at yet another pretender to the throne. The fact that it changed its name from The Enterprise already had my cynicism radar pinging.

But damn it all if this place hasn't wormed its way into my reluctantly warming heart. Sandwiched between Holloway Road and Hornsey Road, it's got that elusive quality that makes you forget you're in a city of nine million people. The kind of spot where you walk in planning to have one quick pint and somehow find yourself still there three hours later, wondering where the time went.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, it's a two-bar setup, which usually screams "we're trying too hard to be old school." Except here it actually works. The front bar has that solid wood servery that's probably witnessed more local gossip than a hairdresser's salon, while the back bar sports a pool table and dartboard that look appropriately battle-worn rather than carefully distressed by some East London design agency.

The drink selection strikes that sweet spot between "we know what we're doing" and "we're not trying to be Craft Beer Co." They've got your standard suspects - yes, your Guinness is well-kept - alongside rotating taps from London breweries that show they're making an effort without being precious about it. The prices won't have you checking your bank balance mid-pint, which in 2024 London feels like a minor miracle.

What really gets me, though, and I can't believe I'm admitting this, is the vibe. The North Nineteen has managed to cultivate that increasingly rare atmosphere where regulars and newcomers coexist without either group feeling like they're in a zoo exhibit. The staff actually dance behind the bar to Christmas songs in December without it feeling forced. Who does that anymore?

The outdoor spaces deserve a mention - there's a front terrace for people-watching and a rooftop situation that you access through the gents' (yes, really, and somehow this bizarre quirk adds to the charm rather than feeling gimmicky). Both are perfect for those three days of summer London deigns to give us each year.

They've got regular events that don't feel like they were focus-grouped to death - open mic nights that actually attract talent, comedy evenings where you might genuinely laugh, and sports showing on tellies that don't dominate the entire space. It's like they actually thought about what their community might want rather than what would look good on Instagram.

The amenities are refreshingly straightforward - they take cards (including contactless, welcome to the 21st century), they're dog-friendly without turning into a canine social club, and they've got enough space for groups without feeling like a wedding venue. The fact that they don't currently serve food might put some off, but there's something pure about a pub that knows it's a pub.

Look, I'm not saying the North Nineteen is perfect. The walk from Archway tube feels longer after a few pints, and sometimes you might have to wait for the pool table longer than you'd like. But in a city where authentic local pubs are being transformed into luxury flats or soulless chains faster than you can say "craft gin experience," this place is holding its own while actually deserving to do so.

For those seeking an authentic London pub experience without the tourist trappings or hipster pretense, the North Nineteen offers something increasingly rare - a genuine community pub that doesn't feel the need to shout about it. Book it for an event if you must (they do that sort of thing rather well, apparently), but better yet, just pop in for a pint. Just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming one of those regulars you swore you'd never be. Trust me, I'm speaking from experience.