The Hyde Arms Pub

Just what North London needed - another "reimagined" pub. The Hyde Arms Pub in London's Edmonton Green area has emerged from renovation with all the predictable trappings of a modernized boozer: clean lines, natural light, and that desperately eager "we're not your granddad's pub" energy. I approached with the weariness of someone who's witnessed too many soulless pub makeovers.

But damn them for making me eat my words. Not literally - they don't seem to do food, which is honestly refreshing in an era where every pub thinks it needs to serve deconstructed fish and chips on slate tiles. The Hyde Arms Pub has done something far trickier: they've managed to thread the needle between fresh and familiar.

Let's talk about that renovation. The space bathes in natural light, which initially struck me as suspiciously un-publike - whatever happened to drinking in atmospheric gloom? Yet somehow, it works. The modern touches don't feel like they're trying too hard, and there's still enough of that essential pub DNA to make it feel legitimate. It's like running into an old friend who's had really good work done - you can tell something's different, but it's not jarring.

The covered outdoor seating area deserves special mention, if only because London's weather makes such spaces either brilliant or pointless, depending on the day (or hour). Here, they've created something that actually serves its purpose - a rarity in a city where "outdoor seating" often means two wobbly tables on a cigarette-strewn pavement.

Speaking of prices (and we must, because this is London), they've positioned themselves in that sweet spot where you won't need to remortgage your house for a round, but you're not drinking suspiciously cheap plonk either. The happy hour (noon to 3pm) feels like a genuine attempt at value rather than a desperate plea for customers. A double Jim Beam for a fiver during these hours? In London? I had to check my receipt twice.

The entertainment lineup reads like a greatest hits of pub standards - karaoke, live bands, DJs - but they've somehow avoided making it feel like they're just ticking boxes. The two pool tables aren't an afterthought shoved in a corner; they're properly positioned and maintained. For sports fans, they've managed to create a viewing atmosphere that doesn't transform the entire pub into a screaming chamber, even during matches at nearby Tottenham stadium.

Now, let's address the elephant in the room: the service. It's... inconsistent. Some staff members deserve raises, while others seem to be auditioning for a role in "London's Grumpiest Bartenders." It's almost charmingly authentic in its variability - like a proper old-school pub where you never quite knew what reception you'd get. The toilets, too, have their good days and bad days, which is either frustratingly unpredictable or nostalgically genuine, depending on your perspective.

The beer selection skews towards keg rather than cask, which will horrify CAMRA enthusiasts but probably won't bother most punters. The selection is solid if not spectacular, and everything's kept well - no suspicious pipes or questionable pints here.

Location-wise, it's a five-minute stumble from Edmonton Green station, which makes it dangerously convenient for "just one more." The 25-minute walk to Tottenham stadium keeps it from becoming unbearable on match days - close enough for pre-game pints, far enough to avoid the worst of the crowds.

Against my better judgment and professional cynicism, I find myself recommending The Hyde Arms Pub in London. It's not perfect, but its imperfections feel honest rather than careless. In a city drowning in either utterly generic chain pubs or preciously overwrought craft beer temples, this place has carved out a legitimate middle ground. If you're in the area, give it a shot. Just don't blame me if you end up making it your regular - I tried to maintain my skepticism, but sometimes a pub just wears you down with its quiet competence.