The Arnos Arms

Just what London needs - another gastropub masquerading as your friendly neighborhood watering hole. The Arnos Arms in London's New Southgate had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. You know the type: exposed brick walls, craft beer pretensions, and a menu that can't decide if it's pub grub or fine dining. But damn it all if this place hasn't wormed its way into my cynical heart.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, The Arnos Arms is yet another London pub that's gotten a contemporary makeover. But unlike the soulless renovations plaguing the city's drinking establishments, something here actually works. Maybe it's the way they've managed to preserve that essential pubby-ness while secretly being good at everything else.

The first crack in my armor appeared when the bartender didn't flinch at my deliberately obscure beer request. Instead, they launched into an actually interesting discussion about their rotating craft selection. Who knew expertise could exist without condescension? Their tap list changes frequently enough to keep things interesting but not so often that it feels like they're trying too hard to be the next big thing.

Then there's the food. I arrived fully prepared to pen a scathing critique of another mediocre pub menu, but The Arnos Arms had other plans. Their Sunday roast (which could feed a small village) arrives with meat that's actually cooked properly - a miracle in London's pub scene. The pizzas emerge from the kitchen looking like they've been touched by someone who understands dough isn't just flour and water thrown together in desperation.

What really gets me is the staff. In an age where genuine hospitality seems as rare as an affordable pint in central London, The Arnos Arms somehow maintains a team that appears to actually enjoy their jobs. They remember regulars' names, welcome dogs like furry royalty (complete with a dedicated doggy bar), and manage to be attentive without hovering like anxious helicopters.

The space itself strikes that elusive balance between "cozy pub" and "place you wouldn't be embarrassed to bring your parents." They've kept enough of the original features to maintain character while updating the bits that needed it. The outdoor seating area isn't an afterthought of wobbly tables on a smoking corner - it's actually pleasant enough to make you forget you're dining al fresco in Britain's famously temperamental weather.

Price-wise, it sits in that sweet spot where you're paying more than your local dive but less than those central London establishments where they charge you extra for the privilege of breathing their rarefied air. The portions are generous enough to justify the cost, and the quality consistently exceeds expectations - though it pains me to admit it.

They've somehow managed to create an establishment that works equally well for a quick pint, a proper meal, or a lengthy session with friends. The sports-watching setup doesn't dominate the space, and the atmosphere remains convivial even during big matches. It's frustratingly well-thought-out.

Parking isn't the nightmare you might expect for London, with actual street parking available - though do check the restrictions unless you enjoy contributing to the local council's coffers. They take all forms of payment (how modern), and you can even book a table online like it's the 21st century or something.

Look, I didn't want to like The Arnos Arms. I really didn't. But in a city drowning in mediocre pubs trying to be something they're not, this place actually delivers on its promises. Whether you're in New Southgate or need a reason to venture there, The Arnos Arms provides ample justification for the journey. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.