The Doric Arch, Euston

Just what London needed - another railway station pub. The Doric Arch in Euston had me rolling my eyes before I even climbed the stairs. Because really, what could be more cliché than a Fuller's establishment perched above the urban chaos of one of London's busiest transport hubs? If you're expecting another soulless waiting room masquerading as a pub, well... prepare to be reluctantly impressed.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, it's inside Euston Station, that concrete monument to 1960s architectural hubris. But unlike its modernist host, The Doric Arch somehow manages to channel proper pub energy, despite its location practically screaming "tourist trap." The moment you ascend to the first floor, you're greeted by an atmosphere that feels more like a beloved local than a transient pit stop.

The railway memorabilia plastered across the walls could have been tacky. Should have been tacky, really. Yet somehow, these artifacts of British Rail's glory days feel less like Theme Pub 101 and more like a carefully curated museum exhibition. It's as if someone actually gave a damn about the history they were preserving, rather than just slapping random steam engine photos on the wall and calling it a day.

Now, about those Fuller's ales. I arrived determined to find fault with the beer selection, ready to pen a scathing critique about mediocre pints served to captive audiences. Instead, I found myself facing ten - yes, ten - cask ales, all kept in the kind of condition that would make a CAMRA enthusiast weep with joy. The Cruzcampo, while not exactly cheap at £6.25, was poured with the kind of care you'd expect in a craft beer specialist, not a station pub.

The food menu is refreshingly unpretentious. No attempts at gastro-pub pretensions here - just honest toasties and pork pies. And you know what? Sometimes that's exactly what you need before boarding the 18:45 to Manchester. The toasted sandwiches arrive with proper pickles and crisps, offering the kind of simple satisfaction that fancy small plates could never provide.

Perhaps the most surprising element is the staff. In an era where genuine hospitality seems as rare as an on-time train, The Doric Arch's team manages to deliver service that feels... dare I say it... actually welcoming. The bar staff remember regulars, offer genuine recommendations, and somehow maintain their composure even during the peak-hour rush of delayed passengers seeking liquid consolation.

The 'L'-shaped layout proves surprisingly effective at absorbing crowds without feeling cramped. There's something oddly satisfying about sipping a pint while watching the departure boards (thoughtfully displayed throughout the pub) tick away. It's like having a front-row seat to the theater of modern travel, but with better drinks and considerably more comfortable seating.

For the pragmatists among you: yes, there are proper facilities (a rarity in central London), the payment systems actually work (they take cards, contactless, and yes, even cash), and there's enough seating to accommodate both solo travelers and larger groups without requiring advanced tactical planning.

Look, I didn't want to like The Doric Arch. It would have been easier to dismiss it as just another station pub, adding to the countless mediocre boozers dotting London's transport network. But somehow, this place has managed to create something genuinely special in the most unlikely of locations. Whether you're killing time before a train, meeting friends in a central location, or simply seeking refuge from the chaos of Euston, you'll find yourself, as I did, becoming a reluctant regular.

So here's my grudging recommendation: next time you're in Euston, skip the chain coffee shops and soulless station bars. Head up those stairs to The Doric Arch. Just don't blame me when you find yourself purposely arriving early for your train, or worse - missing it altogether because you're too comfortable to leave.