The Mitre

Just what Greenwich needed - another historic London pub trying to convince us it's something special. The Mitre in London sits there, all smug with its prime location near the market, practically daring you not to like it. And trust me, I walked in determined not to be charmed by yet another middling establishment riding on location alone.

Look, I've seen enough London pubs with their formulaic "ye olde" aesthetic to last several lifetimes. But somewhere between rolling my eyes at the expected wooden beams and settling into a surprisingly comfortable corner booth, The Mitre started working its irritatingly effective magic.

Perhaps it was the staff. In a city where genuine warmth often feels as rare as an affordable pint, the team here displays an almost suspicious level of actual hospitality. I found myself making mental notes to fact-check whether they were all secretly aspiring actors between roles. But no - subsequent visits confirmed this wasn't just an opening night performance.

The beer selection, I must grudgingly admit, goes beyond the usual suspects. Yes, you'll find your standard lagers, but there's also a rotating cast of craft options that suggests someone behind the bar actually gives a damn about what they're serving. And while the prices won't make you forget you're in London, they're not quite the daylight robbery you'll find at some of the more tourist-trap establishments nearby.

Let's talk about the food because, against all odds, it's actually worth discussing. The kitchen here could have easily phoned it in with frozen-and-fried everything, banking on the Greenwich tourist trade. Instead, they've crafted a menu that, while not revolutionary, delivers proper pub fare with enough finesse to make you pause between bites. Their fish and chips - that eternal litmus test of pub kitchens - arrives with fish that's actually identifiable as such, wrapped in a batter that maintains its crunch longer than your average London drizzle.

The space itself plays its historic card well without descending into theme-park territory. Original features blend with contemporary touches in a way that suggests evolution rather than renovation-by-committee. The acoustics - usually the death knell of London pubs - somehow manage to balance the buzz of conversation with the ability to actually hear your dining companions. A minor miracle, really.

They've done something clever with the lighting too - bright enough to see your food but dim enough to flatter both the décor and its occupants. And while the Christmas decorations (which I witnessed during one visit) could have gone full tacky-Victorian-grotto, they showed admirable restraint.

Dog-friendly without becoming a canine circus, group-friendly without devolving into chaos, and even family-friendly without making child-free patrons flee in terror - The Mitre has somehow managed to walk several fine lines without stumbling. The live music offerings (when they have them) tend toward the actually listenable rather than the ear-splitting amateur hour you might expect.

The location, admittedly, is hard to fault - unless you're the type who enjoys a challenging treasure hunt to find your dinner. A few minutes' walk from Greenwich station, it's convenient without being right on top of the market madness. Perfect for when you need to escape the tourist crowds but don't fancy a trek to civilization.

Here's the truly annoying part - I've tried to find serious faults with The Mitre, and while it's not perfect (the upstairs can get warm on sunny days, and peak tourist season can test even their well-trained staff), it's frustratingly competent at what it does. It's the kind of place that makes you want to keep it secret, even while acknowledging that with its Greenwich location, that ship has long since sailed.

So fine, The Mitre in London, you win. You've managed to create something that actually deserves its steady stream of both locals and visitors. For anyone seeking a proper London pub experience in Greenwich that won't leave you bitter about tourist traps or questioning your life choices, you could do far worse than this place. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation for cynicism to maintain.