The Hemingford Arms
Creatively-decorated pub whose red-and-grey walls are covered with posters and quirky knick-knacks.
About
Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a proper local while secretly harboring aspirations of gastropub grandeur. The Hemingford Arms in London's Barnsbury neighborhood initially struck me as yet another victim of the capital's relentless gentrification machine. You know the type: Victorian bones dressed up in carefully curated vintage bric-a-brac, promising "authentic pub atmosphere" while serving Thai food. How very London.
But damn it all if The Hemingford Arms hasn't wormed its way into my cynical heart like some kind of charming parasitic pub-worm. Perhaps it was the moment I realized the earnestly eccentric decor wasn't trying to be Instagram-worthy - it's genuinely weird, accumulated over decades rather than ordered wholesale from Quirky Pub Furnishings Ltd. The ceiling is quite literally dripping with... stuff. Model airplanes, ancient musical instruments, and what I'm fairly certain is a stuffed mongoose wearing a top hat. It shouldn't work. It absolutely shouldn't work.
And yet, here I am, defending The Hemingford Arms to my more discerning colleagues like some kind of convert to a bizarre pub-based cult. The beer selection, while not trying to win any craft brewing awards, is properly kept and served by staff who actually seem to enjoy their jobs - a rare enough occurrence in London to be worthy of note. The Guinness, that ultimate litmus test of a pub's dedication to proper drinking, is poured with the kind of patience that would make a Dublin bartender nod approvingly.
Let's address the elephant in the room - or rather, the Thai kitchen in the pub. It's an arrangement that should be awkward, like running into your teacher at a music festival. But somehow, impossibly, it works. The pad thai arrives steaming and properly spiced, the satay chicken actually tastes of peanuts rather than whatever industrial sauce most pubs pour over their "Asian-inspired" dishes, and the portions are generous enough to soak up several pints of whatever you're drinking.
The prices won't make you gasp in horror or dance with joy - they're firmly in the "well, that's London for you" territory. But considering the quality of both food and drink, I've grudgingly accepted that it's fair value. You're not being robbed; you're simply paying London rates for something that's actually worth London rates. A novel concept, I know.
The crowd is refreshingly mixed - football fans coexist peacefully with local office workers, old-timers nurse their pints alongside young professionals, and even the occasional dog adds to the general atmosphere rather than serving as some kind of four-legged social media prop. During matches, the atmosphere crackles with genuine enthusiasm rather than the manufactured excitement of those ghastly sports bars.
Live music appears regularly, though mercifully not so often as to make conversation impossible. The sound system, when not hosting live performances, occasionally betrays a peculiar fondness for Heart FM that I'm willing to forgive given the pub's other virtues. Besides, it's comforting to know that even a place this good has at least one questionable taste decision.
The building itself is a proper corner pub, the kind that makes you feel like you're starring in your own London movie moment. The exterior is festooned with flowers in warmer months, looking for all the world like someone's slightly mad aunt decided to open a pub and decorate it according to her fever dreams. It's wonderful.
For those requiring practical information: they take cards (welcome to the 21st century), the toilets are actually clean (a miracle in London), and yes, you can bring your dog (assuming your dog has better manners than most humans). They're smart enough to take reservations, which you might want to consider for busy evenings or match days.
Look, I didn't want to like The Hemingford Arms. I really didn't. But here we are - I'm actually recommending a pub in London without a single asterisk or caveat. It's walking distance from Highbury & Islington station, and yes, you should absolutely make the trip. Just don't all go at once. Some of us reluctant regulars need somewhere to drink while pretending we're not thoroughly charmed by the place.
Contact Information
Address
158 Hemingford Rd, London N1 1DF, UK
London, United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (the)
Phone
+44 20 7607 3303Website
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