The Kings Arms

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a "proper boozer" while secretly harboring craft beer aspirations. The Kings Arms in London's increasingly insufferable East End had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. Tucked away on a backstreet off Bethnal Green Road, it's exactly the kind of place that would normally trigger my cynicism about the capital's relentless gentrification of traditional drinking establishments.

And yet.

There's something disarmingly genuine about The Kings Arms that makes even hardened critics like myself pause mid-sneer. Perhaps it's the way they've managed to walk that precarious line between preservation and progress - maintaining the building's Victorian bones while subtly upgrading the essentials. The original wood paneling remains intact, though someone's actually bothered to polish it this century. Revolutionary concept, I know.

The beer selection is where my carefully cultivated disdain began to crack. The rotating cast of both cask and keg offerings suggests someone behind the bar actually knows what they're doing, rather than just following the latest drinking trends. They've got the audacity to offer third-pint measures, which I initially dismissed as pretentious until I realized it meant I could sample more of their admittedly well-curated selection without ending up face-down in an Uber by 9 PM.

Let's talk about the staff, shall we? In an era where many London bartenders treat customers as inconvenient interruptions to their Instagram stories, The Kings Arms somehow employs people who appear to genuinely enjoy their jobs. I'm as shocked as you are. They're knowledgeable without being condescending, attentive without hovering, and - brace yourselves - actually seem to care whether you're enjoying your drink. I'm still not entirely convinced they're not actors.

The prices won't make you weep into your wallet, which is refreshing for Zone 2. Sure, you'll pay more than you would at your local Wetherspoons, but considering the quality of what's on offer, it's harder to complain than I'd like. Their pricing board is refreshingly transparent, displayed prominently enough that you won't need to squint through the dim lighting or perform complex mathematical equations to figure out what you're spending.

They've managed to maintain that elusive pub atmosphere that so many places try and fail to manufacture. The space feels lived-in rather than staged, with corners dark enough for conspiracy theories but warm enough for first dates. The outdoor seating area isn't exactly the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, but it's perfectly serviceable for those who still need their nicotine fix or prefer their conversations without the backing track of whatever playlist they've got running inside.

Dog-friendly without becoming a canine circus, group-friendly without descending into chaos, The Kings Arms has somehow achieved what shouldn't be possible - it's become a pub that works for everyone without really trying to please anyone in particular. The contactless payment options mean you won't have to perform the traditional British pub dance of trying to catch the bartender's eye while waving a card around hopefully.

Located just far enough off the main drag to deter the worst of the Brick Lane tourist overflow, it's become something of a worst-kept secret among locals and beer enthusiasts. The proximity to Columbia Road means it's busier on Sundays, but even then it maintains its dignity better than most establishments in the area.

Look, I didn't want to like The Kings Arms. I really didn't. I came armed with a notebook full of potential criticisms and left with a reluctant appreciation for what they've accomplished here. If you're in London and looking for a pub that remembers what pubs are supposed to be while subtly upgrading the experience for modern sensibilities, you could do far worse. And believe me, I've done far worse. Make the trek to The Kings Arms - just don't tell them I sent you. I have a reputation to maintain.