The Euston Tap

Just what London needs - another pub masquerading as a craft beer sanctuary. The Euston Tap, perched like some Victorian-era holdout amid the concrete chaos of Euston Station, initially struck me as yet another pretentious attempt to elevate the humble practice of drinking beer into some sort of quasi-religious experience. And yes, I'm still slightly annoyed that I ended up loving it.

Let's address the elephant in the room - it's housed in a former railway ticket office that looks like what would happen if a Greco-Roman temple had a baby with a phone booth. The kind of architectural quirk that makes tourists stop and take photos while locals pretend not to notice. But there's something undeniably charming about how this tiny stone cube has transformed into one of London's most impressive beer destinations.

The spiral staircase to the loo is basically a medieval torture device. It's narrow, winding, and after a few pints, feels like attempting to climb DNA's double helix. Consider yourself warned - this is not the place to break the seal if you've got any mobility issues or are wearing particularly ambitious shoes.

But here's where my cynicism started to crack: the beer selection. Dear god, the beer selection. With roughly 20 taps rotating through an ever-changing roster of craft brews, The Euston Tap manages to make even the most jaded beer snob's eyes widen with childlike wonder. The staff, surprisingly, actually know their stuff - a refreshing change from the usual London pub scenario where asking about a beer's characteristics gets you a blank stare and a mumbled "it's popular."

The outdoor seating area feels like it was designed by someone who understands the peculiar British determination to drink outside regardless of weather conditions. It's not exactly the Riviera, being essentially a glorified parking lot with some tables, but it works. On sunny days, it's packed with a curious mix of delayed rail passengers making the best of Network Rail's latest catastrophe and local office workers extending their lunch hours well past any reasonable definition of "lunch."

What's particularly infuriating is how they've managed to keep prices relatively reasonable for central London. Don't get me wrong - you're not getting 1995 prices here, but considering the quality and variety on offer, you won't feel like you need to remortgage your house for a round. They've somehow found that sweet spot between "suspiciously cheap" and "daylight robbery" that's increasingly rare in the capital.

The lack of food beyond packets of crisps would normally be a major strike against any establishment, but it's almost refreshing in its honesty. The Euston Tap knows exactly what it is - a temple to beer - and doesn't try to be anything else. There's something admirable about that kind of focused dedication, even if it means you'll need to plan your sustenance elsewhere.

The clientele is an entertaining mix of beer aficionados, delayed train passengers, and people who wandered in thinking it was actually part of the station. This creates an oddly democratic atmosphere where you might find yourself discussing hop varieties with someone who just learned there's more to beer than whatever they advertise during football matches.

Its proximity to Euston Station makes it dangerously convenient for "just one quick pint" before your train - a phrase that has caused countless missed connections and hastily rebooked tickets. The Euston Tap has perfected the art of being the kind of place that makes you willing to risk missing your train for just one more craft beer you've never tried before.

Look, I didn't want to like The Euston Tap. London has enough places claiming to be "craft beer destinations" to sink a small island. But this peculiar little stone cube, with its ridiculous staircase and encyclopedic beer selection, has earned its reputation honestly. Whether you're killing time before a train, seeking refuge from the Euston Road chaos, or genuinely interested in exploring the outer reaches of brewing creativity, you'll find yourself reluctantly adding it to your mental map of London's essential drinking spots. Just remember to use the bathroom before you go upstairs - trust me on this one.