The Herne Tavern

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a proper local in an increasingly gentrified corner of Peckham. The Herne Tavern sits there, all smug with its sprawling beer garden and craft beer selection, probably thinking it's somehow different from the countless other gastropub conversions dotting the capital's landscape. And yet...

I hate to admit this, but there's something genuinely charming about the place. Maybe it's the way The Herne Tavern has managed to maintain that elusive balance between "actually decent pub" and "hasn't disappeared up its own craft-beer-obsessed backside." The sort of establishment where you can order a pint of something local from Gipsy Hill Brewery without getting a fifteen-minute lecture on hop varieties from a bartender with more facial hair than social awareness.

The beer garden deserves special mention, if only because it's becoming increasingly rare to find outdoor space in London that isn't either the size of a postage stamp or converted into luxury flats. The Herne Tavern's garden is positively luxurious by comparison - the kind of space where you can actually find a table on a sunny Sunday without having to employ Special Forces tactical maneuvers or resort to psychological warfare with other patrons.

Speaking of which, let's address the peculiar queuing situation at the bar. Some regulars have developed an odd habit of forming an actual queue, as if they're waiting for the post office rather than ordering a pint. It's charmingly British, I suppose, but somewhat defeats the purpose of traditional pub bar etiquette. Still, I'd rather have this than the alternative of being elbowed in the ribs by someone wearing a three-piece suit at 4 PM on a Tuesday.

The food is... well, it's pub food. And I mean that in the most surprisingly positive way possible. They're not trying to reinvent the wheel here or convince you that their chips deserve a Michelin star. The portions are generous enough to satisfy even the most determined appetite, and while you might occasionally encounter a burger that's more ordinary than extraordinary, it's precisely what you'd expect from a proper pub that knows its lane and stays in it.

The prices won't make you weep into your wallet, but neither will they have you suspicious about what exactly you're consuming. It's that sweet spot where you can have a couple of pints and a meal without having to remortgage your house or question your life choices - a increasingly rare phenomenon in London's pub scene.

What truly sets The Herne Tavern apart - and I'm grinding my teeth as I type this - is its steadfast refusal to become another soulless, Instagram-worthy venue. The staff maintain that delicate balance between being attentive and leaving you the hell alone. Yes, sometimes they might seem like they'd rather be anywhere else, but show me a London pub where that isn't occasionally true. At least here it feels authentic rather than part of some carefully curated "authentic pub experience."

They've managed to preserve that increasingly rare quality of being genuinely dog-friendly without turning into a canine social club. You can bring your four-legged friend without feeling like you've wandered into Crufts, and the outdoor space means there's plenty of room for both human and hound to coexist peacefully.

For those considering a visit (and I can't believe I'm actually recommending this), The Herne Tavern accepts cards and even that newfangled contactless payment, though I'm sure somewhere a pub purist is crying into their real ale about it. They do take reservations, which in London's current "queue for everything" climate, is something of a blessing.

Look, I wanted to dislike The Herne Tavern. I really did. Another London pub trying to navigate the treacherous waters between traditional boozer and modern drinking establishment? Please. But somehow, against all odds and my better judgment, it works. Whether you're a local seeking refuge from the chaos of Southeast London or a visitor wondering if there's still such a thing as a proper pub in the capital, you'll find something to appreciate here. Just don't form a queue at the bar - we're better than that.