The Bricklayers Arms

Just what London needs - another pub with "Arms" in the name. The Bricklayers Arms in London's Beckenham High Street initially struck me as yet another cookie-cutter boozer trying desperately to convince locals it's been there since the Tudor period. You know the type: dark wood everything, a few dusty bottles of obscure spirits, and the obligatory fireplace that probably hasn't seen actual flames since Margaret Thatcher was in office.

Except... damn it all, this place actually works. And trust me, no one is more surprised about this than I am.

Let's start with what should be a red flag - the multiple TV screens suggesting another sports-obsessed pub where conversation goes to die. But here's the thing: The Bricklayers Arms somehow manages to balance being a proper sports venue without descending into lager-soaked chaos. The screens are thoughtfully placed, the volume is mercifully controlled, and you can actually hold a conversation without performing an impromptu mime show.

The real ale selection is where my cynical facade first began to crack. While most London pubs consider two tepid handles of Greene King IPA to be a "craft beer selection," The Bricklayers Arms actually takes their cask ales seriously. The rotation is impressive, well-kept, and served at proper temperature - a miracle in itself for London these days. And yes, I'm as shocked as you are to find myself praising something as basic as beer temperature, but in an era of increasingly lukewarm pints, credit where it's due.

The space itself employs that classic pub architecture that usually feels forced, but here presents as genuinely lived-in rather than manufactured nostalgia. That fireplace I mentioned earlier? Turns out it's not just decorative - on a bitter London evening, you'll find it crackling away, creating the kind of ambient warmth that makes you forget about your phone for a few blessed hours.

They've managed to nail that elusive sweet spot in pricing - not so cheap you question the quality, not so expensive you need to remortgage for a round. The kind of place where you can order a third pint without doing mental mathematics involving your monthly budget. In today's London, that's practically a public service.

The staff, unfortunately, make it difficult to maintain my professional disapproval. They actually know their products, can recommend based on your preferences, and - most annoyingly for a critic trying to find fault - seem to genuinely enjoy their work. Do you know how hard it is to write a scathing review when the bartender remembers your preferred beer from last time?

Its proximity to the local cinema has turned it into something of a cultural waypoint - a place for pre-film pints or post-movie analysis. The mix of cinema-goers and regular locals creates an atmosphere that feels organic rather than engineered by some hospitality consultant's focus group.

The outdoor seating area isn't trying to be a Parisian café or a Brooklyn beer garden, thank heavens. It's simply some well-maintained tables where you can enjoy your pint in the three days of annual London sunshine. They're even dog-friendly, which means you can watch other people's pooches while nursing your ale - free entertainment that doesn't involve a screen.

Live music appears occasionally, and unlike many venues where that phrase strikes terror, here it actually enhances rather than destroys the atmosphere. The "Ferrets" (a local band that plays regularly) have apparently achieved minor legendary status among regulars, though I refuse to admit how many times I've stayed longer than planned to hear their set.

Look, I didn't want to like The Bricklayers Arms. London has enough pubs claiming to be "proper local boozers" while serving microwave meals and charging City prices. But this place has forced me to eat (or rather, drink) my words. If you're in Beckenham and need a pub that actually delivers on the basics while throwing in enough extras to keep things interesting, you'll find me here. Probably by the fire, pretending I'm not enjoying myself nearly as much as I am.