The Bull and Last

Perched on the edge of Hampstead Heath like a watchful sentinel, The Bull and Last in London isn't just another gastropub – it's the kind of place that makes you question why you've been settling for mediocre Sunday roasts all these years. This historic North London establishment has been serving up proper pub fare since 1721, though thankfully they've moved on from serving whatever mystery meat was available in Georgian times.

Walking into The Bull and Last feels like stumbling into your poshest mate's country house – if your mate happened to be an exceptional chef with impeccable taste in interior design. The wooden floors creak with centuries of stories, while the walls showcase an eclectic mix of vintage taxidermy and contemporary art that somehow works perfectly together. It's like Downton Abbey had a love child with a modern London bistro, and that child grew up to be exceptionally good at cooking.

The menu here is where things get seriously interesting. Their Scotch eggs have achieved near-mythical status among London's food cognoscenti, and for good reason – they're the kind of dish that makes you want to cancel your plans and order another round. The outer shell shatters with a satisfying crunch, revealing a perfectly cooked egg that makes you wonder if they've got some sort of egg-timing sorcerer in the kitchen. And let's talk about their Sunday roast – it's the kind of meal that makes you want to start a religion around Yorkshire puddings.

The drinks selection deserves its own sonnet. The beer list reads like a love letter to British brewing, while the wine cellar would make a French sommelier nod in approval. Their cocktails aren't trying to reinvent the wheel with smoke machines and chemistry experiments – instead, they're just expertly crafted classics that remind you why these drinks became classics in the first place.

But what really sets The Bull and Last apart from London's ever-expanding gastropub scene is its ability to be all things to all people without feeling like it's trying too hard. In the morning, you'll find locals nursing perfectly pulled espressos alongside plates of eggs royale that could make a Benedict purist weep with joy. By lunch, the place transforms into a buzzing spot where business meetings mingle with ladies who lunch, all tucking into seasonal specials that change so frequently the menu might as well be written in disappearing ink.

The service strikes that perfect balance between professional and personal – they know their stuff but won't bore you with a 20-minute monologue about the provenance of the parsnips. The staff seem genuinely happy to be there, which in London's hospitality scene is about as rare as an affordable one-bedroom flat in Zone 1.

Here's an insider tip: while the main dining room is lovely, the real magic happens in the bar area. It's where you'll find the regulars (and trust me, this is the kind of place that creates regulars) sharing stories over pints and those legendary Scotch eggs. The dog-friendly policy means you might make friends with some four-legged patrons, adding to the general feeling that you're in the world's most sophisticated country pub that happens to be in London.

They've managed to nail the pricing sweet spot too. While it's not cheap-as-chips pub grub, the quality justifies every pound spent. You're paying for ingredients that have been sourced with more care than most people put into choosing their life partner, and cooking that makes you realize why humans invented restaurants in the first place.

The Bull and Last sits in that perfect spot where Highgate meets Hampstead, making it an ideal pit stop after a ramble on the Heath. Whether you're a local looking for your new regular spot or a visitor seeking London's perfect pub experience, this place delivers. Book ahead for Sunday lunch (seriously, do it now – I'll wait), bring your appetite, and prepare to join the chorus of converts who've discovered that yes, London pubs can actually be this good.