The Grove

Oh great, another "charming" London pub. The Grove in London is exactly what you'd expect from yet another Victorian-era watering hole trying desperately to convince us it's not just another tourist trap in a city already drowning in historic drinking establishments. At least, that's what I thought before I reluctantly crossed its threshold.

I'll admit it – I walked in with my critic's armor fully deployed, ready to skewer another mediocre attempt at capturing that elusive "authentic London pub experience." The Grove, however, had other plans for my carefully cultivated cynicism.

Let's talk about the elephant in the room: the interior. While most London pubs seem to have raided the same dusty warehouse of "ye olde" decorations, The Grove actually pulls off its Victorian charm without making me want to roll my eyes into next week. The hardwood details are genuine, the nooks actually cozy rather than claustrophobic, and somehow they've managed to preserve period features without it feeling like a museum where you can drink.

The staff, surprisingly, aren't playing characters in some tired period drama. They're actual humans who seem to genuinely enjoy their jobs – a concept so rare in London's pub scene it's practically extinct. They know their stuff, too. When I tried to catch them out with obscure beer questions (yes, I'm that person), they matched my pretension with actual knowledge. Touché.

Speaking of beverages, their drink selection is something of a minor miracle. The beer list manages to satisfy both craft beer snobs and traditionalists without making either group feel like they're settling. The cocktails aren't an afterthought either, which is refreshing in a pub setting where mixed drinks usually mean a sad gin and tonic or a mysteriously neon-colored concoction.

Now, about the food. I was prepared for the usual pub grub – you know, the kind that makes you question every life decision that led you to that plate. Instead, I found myself faced with actually-edible fare. Their Sunday roast (book ahead, unless you enjoy disappointment) is worth setting an alarm for. The meat is properly cooked – a concept that seems to elude many London establishments – and the vegetables haven't been boiled into submission.

Here's where it gets interesting: they're dog-friendly, but not in that begrudging "fine, bring your mutt" way. They actually seem to enjoy four-legged visitors, complete with treats at the ready. It's almost annoying how thoughtful that is.

The pricing sits in that sweet spot where you can't quite complain but aren't completely convinced you're getting a bargain. Yet somehow, by the bottom of your glass, you'll find yourself thinking it's all rather reasonable. The Sunday roast hovers around the £20 mark – London prices, sure, but at least you're getting what you pay for.

They've managed to nail that elusive balance between "local pub" and "place you'd actually want to bring visitors." The Grove handles groups without descending into chaos, couples without forcing romance, and solo drinkers without making them feel like social pariahs. It's irritatingly versatile that way.

Let's be clear – it's not perfect. The place can get packed (because apparently other people have discovered it too), and sometimes you'll have to wait for a table. But unlike many London pubs where waiting feels like a punishment, here it's actually bearable. Maybe it's the efficient staff, maybe it's the atmosphere, or maybe I've just been Stockholm Syndromed into submission.

Located a stone's throw from Balham Station, The Grove has done the impossible: it's made me eat my words along with my surprisingly good dinner. For visitors wondering if they should make the trek to this corner of London, the answer is a begrudging yes. For locals looking for a new regular spot, I hate to add to the crowds, but you'll want to get in on this. Book ahead for Sunday roast, bring your dog if you have one, and prepare to have your cynicism cheerfully dismantled, just like mine was.

Fine, The Grove, you win. You're actually worth visiting. There, I said it. Are you happy now?