The Alma Newington Green

Just what Newington Green needed - another pub claiming to be London's next great local. The Alma swaggered onto the scene with all the subtlety of a Hollywood blockbuster, plastering its walls with enough movie memorabilia to make a film student blush. Because that's apparently what we were missing in N16: a pub that couldn't decide if it wanted to be the British Film Institute or a watering hole.

And yet... damn it all if The Alma hasn't wormed its way into my reluctantly softening heart. Like that friend who shows up to every party in an outrageous outfit but somehow pulls it off, this place owns its eccentricity with such conviction that you eventually stop rolling your eyes and start nodding along.

Let's talk about those movie posters and memorabilia for a moment. In any other London pub, this level of thematic commitment would feel forced - like your uncle's man cave after he discovered eBay. But The Alma Newington Green has curated its collection with the kind of obsessive attention to detail that transforms kitsch into character. It's less "we bought these in bulk" and more "we actually give a damn about film history."

The Sunday quiz night is where this cinematic fixation really pays off. Instead of the usual tepid trivia about capital cities and football stats, you get questions that actually make you think, punctuated by film clips that don't feel like they were downloaded from YouTube five minutes before opening time. It's like pub quiz meets film school, only with better beer and less pretentious commentary.

Speaking of beer - the selection here strikes that sweet spot between craft beer snobbery and "we only serve whatever's cheapest." The rotating taps keep things interesting without veering into the realm of obscure microbrews that taste like they were fermented in someone's bathtub. And the prices? Let's just say you won't need to take out a second mortgage to enjoy a few pints.

But the real surprise - and trust me, I'm as shocked as anyone - is the food. The Sunday roast in particular has no business being this good in what could easily coast by as a novelty pub. The Yorkshire puddings arrive like golden-brown hot air balloons, and the meat (when they're not having an off day) is actually cooked to order rather than sitting under a heat lamp since breakfast. Yes, service can sometimes move at the pace of a director's cut, but the portions make up for the wait.

Thursday nights bring another unexpected pleasure: an open jam session that manages to avoid the usual cringe factor of amateur music nights. Perhaps it's the movie-themed atmosphere that encourages people to actually rehearse before taking the stage, or maybe the regulars have just naturally curated a higher caliber of musician. Either way, it's become one of those "I know a place" recommendations I grudgingly share with friends.

The dog-friendly policy means you'll likely share your space with a few four-legged critics, but they're generally better behaved than some of the humans you'll encounter in other North London establishments. The outdoor seating area, while not exactly the Gardens of Versailles, provides enough space for a decent crowd without feeling like you're part of a sardine-packing demonstration.

For sports fans, they've managed to strike that delicate balance between showing the important matches and not letting screens dominate the atmosphere. It's possible to watch the game without feeling like you're in a Sports Direct showroom, which is rarer than it should be in London pubs.

Look, I wanted to dismiss The Alma Newington Green as just another themed pub in a city drowning in gimmicks. But like a well-crafted film that transcends its genre tropes, it's earned its place in the neighborhood. Whether you're a film buff, a Sunday roast enthusiast, or just someone looking for a proper local that hasn't lost its soul to corporate blandness, you'll find something to appreciate here. Just don't blame me if you end up becoming one of the regulars - I tried to be cynical, I really did.