The Enterprise Bar & Hotel

Just what Camden needs - another pub-hotel hybrid trying to be all things to all people. The Enterprise Bar & Hotel in London initially struck me as yet another mediocre establishment riding the coattails of The Roundhouse's success across the street. But like finding an actual punk rocker in modern-day Camden, I was surprised to discover something authentically worthwhile here.

Let's address the elephant in the room: its location. Sitting pretty opposite London's iconic Roundhouse venue, The Enterprise Bar & Hotel could've easily devolved into just another pre-gig watering hole trading solely on convenience. And yes, it does get packed with concert-goers (because apparently knowing how to read a venue calendar is beyond most publicans' skill sets), but there's more to this place than just being a convenient pit stop.

The bar area hits that sweet spot between "actually cleaned sometime this century" and "maintaining just enough grit to feel genuine." Their beer selection won't win any CAMRA awards, but the Five Points Pale at £5.50 is practically theft by London standards. And unlike some establishments in the area that treat customers like inconvenient interruptions to their day, the staff here actually seem to remember they're in the hospitality industry.

What really got under my skin - in the best possible way - was the hotel portion. In an area where "boutique hotel" usually means "we painted the walls gray and called it industrial chic," The Enterprise actually delivers clean, modern rooms that don't make you feel like you're staying in a converted storage unit. The bathrooms are updated (a miracle in London), and they've managed to install shower heads that don't require interpretive dance to get wet.

Outside seating exists for those brave souls willing to witness Camden's eternal street theater, though it's actually quite pleasant when the weather cooperates (roughly three days per year). Inside, they've struck a decent balance between sports screens and actual atmosphere - you can watch the match without feeling like you're in a Best Buy display section.

The food menu is refreshingly honest about what it is - pub grub that knows its lane. Their burger, coleslaw, and fries combo for £14.50 won't have Michelin inspectors dropping their monocles, but it's precisely what you want after a few pints or before a gig. They've resisted the urge to serve everything on artisanal wooden boards or mason jars - a restraint that deserves recognition in today's Instagram-obsessed dining scene.

Dog-friendly without being a canine circus, group-friendly without descending into chaos, and actually clean without feeling sterile - The Enterprise Bar & Hotel in London has achieved several minor miracles. The payment system exists in the 21st century (contactless! credit cards! what sorcery is this?), and they've even managed to make their live music nights tolerable - though I'm still recovering from what I'm pretty sure was an experimental jazz fusion set last month.

For visitors, its location is annoyingly convenient - right by public transport and within stumbling distance of Camden Market's chaos. The breakfast (yes, they do food in the morning, you brave soul) actually includes pancakes that don't taste like they were made from recycled cardboard - a low bar, perhaps, but one that countless London establishments still manage to trip over.

Look, I didn't want to like The Enterprise Bar & Hotel in London. It would've been easier to dismiss it as another soulless venue in an increasingly commercialized Camden. But much like that one friend who keeps making good life choices despite your cynical predictions, it's proven itself worthy of grudging respect. Whether you're catching a show at The Roundhouse, need a decent place to stay in North London, or just want a pub that hasn't completely lost the plot, you could do far worse. And in London's current hospitality landscape, that's high praise indeed.

Book a room, grab a pint, or both - just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming one of the regulars. Sometimes defeat tastes like a properly pulled pint and feels like a surprisingly comfortable hotel bed.