The Lamb

Just what London needs - another historic pub claiming Charles Dickens once graced its sticky floors with his presence. The Lamb in London sits there in Bloomsbury, wearing its Victorian heritage like a badge of honor, complete with those supposedly authentic "snob screens" that allowed prudish Victorians to drink without making eye contact with the rabble. How terribly proper.

I wanted to hate it. I really did. After all, any pub that trades this heavily on its historical connections (did I mention Dickens? They certainly will) risks becoming a tourist trap faster than you can say "another round of warm ale, please." But The Lamb in London has done something rather annoying - it's managed to remain genuinely good despite its credentials.

Let's talk about those snob screens first, because they're actually fascinating (I hate myself for admitting this). These etched glass panels that swing above the bar are some of the last surviving examples in London, and they're not just for show. They tell a story about class division, social anxiety, and the Victorian need for privacy that feels weirdly relevant in our Instagram-obsessed era. Though today they serve mainly to stop you from accidentally spilling your drink on the bartender while gesturing too enthusiastically about the latest football match.

The interior is what every American tourist thinks a London pub should look like, which would be insufferable if it wasn't actually authentic. Dark wood, brass fittings, and those wonderful Victorian tiles that somehow manage to be both garish and elegant simultaneously. It's like stepping into a time capsule, albeit one with contactless payment and a surprisingly decent craft beer selection.

Speaking of drinks - and I can't believe I'm saying this - but they've actually managed to maintain a proper pub's standards. The beer selection strikes that perfect balance between traditional real ales and more contemporary offerings. The staff know their stuff too, though they wear their knowledge lightly rather than bludgeoning you with craft beer mansplaining.

Now, about the food. I approached it with the skepticism of someone who's suffered through too many pub "classics" that were neither classic nor technically food. But here's the thing - it's good. Not "good for a pub" good, but actually good. The Sunday roast (when they haven't run out - book ahead, you've been warned) comes with Yorkshire puddings that rise like architectural achievements. The gravy isn't an afterthought, and the vegetables haven't been boiled into submission.

The crowd is where things get interesting. Yes, there are tourists clutching their Google Maps and Charles Dickens walking tour pamphlets, but they're outnumbered by locals who seem to have forgiven The Lamb for being famous. You'll find UCL professors nursing pints while grading papers, theatre types from the nearby venues plotting their next production, and office workers who've escaped the chaos of Holborn for something more civilized.

Dogs are welcome, which adds to the properly pubby atmosphere. There's something rather wonderful about sipping a craft IPA while a sleepy golden retriever snores under a neighboring table. The pub's commitment to being dog-friendly feels less like a marketing gimmick and more like a genuine nod to proper pub tradition.

They take bookings, which in London's current "queue for everything" climate feels almost revolutionary. The prices are what you'd expect for central London - which is to say not cheap, but not daylight robbery either. You can have a proper meal and a few drinks without having to remortgage your house, though your wallet will definitely know it's been out.

Look, I came to The Lamb in London prepared to write a scathing critique of yet another historic pub trading on past glories. Instead, I found myself becoming one of those irritating people who says things like "actually, you really should visit." It's maintained its character without becoming a caricature, preserved its history without becoming a museum, and somehow manages to serve a decent pint and meal while doing so.

Go there. Book a table if you're planning on eating. Take your dog if you have one. And yes, do look at those snob screens - just try not to be too obvious about it. The Lamb has earned its reputation the hard way: by actually being good at what it does. I hate that I love it, but there we are.