Ram Jam Records

Just what London needs - another pub-slash-venue-slash-whatever trying to be everything to everyone. Ram Jam Records in Kingston has the audacity to bill itself as some sort of cultural hub, complete with live music, comedy nights, and what I'm sure they'd call "artisanal cuisine." I approached with the enthusiasm of a cat being dragged to the vet.

And yet. Against my better judgment and professional cynicism, Ram Jam Records has managed to do something rather irritating: they've actually created somewhere worth visiting. The space, which shares real estate with The Grey Horse pub (because heaven forbid anything in London be straightforward), somehow works despite itself.

Let's talk about the venue portion first, since that's where they seem determined to flex their cultural muscles. The intimate performance space has the kind of authentic grit that corporate venues spend millions trying to recreate. The sound system is surprisingly competent, which means you can actually hear the bands over the inevitable chorus of drunk people discovering their passionate love of backing vocals.

The comedy nights are a mixed bag, but isn't that always the way? Some evenings you'll witness the next big thing in British comedy; others you'll endure twenty minutes of somebody's dated observations about the differences between men and women. But the ratio of hits to misses is better than most, and the intimate setting means even the awkward moments have a certain charm. Plus, the proximity to the bar means you're never more than 30 seconds from emergency relief.

Speaking of the bar - and I can't believe I'm saying this - they actually know what they're doing. The bourbon selection is extensive enough to make a Kentucky colonel blush, and the staff can discuss it without sounding like they've just memorized the back of the bottle. The cocktails are crafted with surprising precision, though you'll pay for the privilege. But in a city where a mediocre gin and tonic can cost you the equivalent of a small car payment, at least here you're getting what you pay for.

The food menu, which I approached with the sort of trepidation usually reserved for gas station sushi, turns out to be another reluctant highlight. The Jacobs Ladder Beef Rib (yes, I'm as surprised as you are) practically dissolves on contact, and the house BBQ sauce manages to be both authentic and interesting - words I rarely use together when describing London barbecue. Their Brisket Eggs Benedict, served during their various themed brunches, somehow elevates both components rather than just being a needless mashup.

The staff, unfortunately, are genuinely lovely, which makes it harder to maintain my professional distance. They manage that rare balance of being knowledgeable without being pretentious, attentive without hovering, and - most annoyingly - actually passionate about the place. It's like they didn't get the memo that hospitality workers in London are supposed to treat customers as inconvenient interruptions to their phone scrolling.

Location-wise, Ram Jam Records has planted itself in Kingston, which means you'll need to venture beyond the cozy confines of zones 1-2. But perhaps that's part of its charm - it's just far enough out to avoid the worst of the central London trying-too-hard syndrome while remaining accessible enough for when you need a proper night out.

Let's address the pricing, shall we? It sits in that sweet spot where you can't quite call it a bargain, but you also can't complain about being ripped off. The cover charges for events are reasonable (usually around a tenner), and the food and drink prices reflect the quality rather than just the postcode. In London's current climate of daylight robbery masquerading as hospitality, that's practically philanthropic.

So here I am, eating my words along with some surprisingly good BBQ, admitting that Ram Jam Records deserves its impressive Google rating. Whether you're after live music, comedy, quality food, or just a proper drink in surroundings that haven't been focus-grouped to death, it delivers. Book ahead for events, come hungry, and prepare to join me in the uncomfortable position of having your cynicism proven wrong. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.