The Old Farmhouse

Just what London needs - another gastropub masquerading as a rustic Italian hideaway. The Old Farmhouse in Kentish Town had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. The name alone sounds like it was pulled from a "How to Open a Trendy London Restaurant" manual, probably wedged between chapters on exposed brick walls and Edison bulbs.

But damn them for making me eat my words. Literally.

Let's address the elephant in the room - The Old Farmhouse shouldn't work. It's a London pub serving Italian cuisine, which usually ends about as well as a blind date arranged by your great-aunt. Yet somehow, this place has managed to pull off what countless others have spectacularly failed to achieve: authenticity without pretension, and quality without bankrupting you.

The interior strikes that impossibly perfect balance between cozy pub and sophisticated eatery. It's like your stylish friend's dinner party - the one who effortlessly throws together memorable evenings while making it look completely accidental. The space manages to be both intimate and social, with enough nooks for a romantic dinner but plenty of larger tables for when your entire friend group decides to descend en masse.

Their pasta dishes are the kind that make you want to book a flight to Bologna, then cancel it because you realize you can get the same quality right here in NW5. The truffle pasta arrives with the kind of aromatic fanfare that turns heads three tables away, and the prawn tagliatelle achieves that perfect al dente texture that makes Italian grandmothers nod in approval.

What's particularly infuriating is how they've nailed the pub classics too. The burger - usually an afterthought in Italian-leaning establishments - is embarrassingly good. Their truffle fries (yes, they're not afraid to double down on the truffle) are what regular chips dream of becoming when they grow up.

The wine list deserves special mention, if only because it's actually fairly priced - a concept so rare in London it should probably be preserved in the Natural History Museum. They've also managed to nail both classic cocktails and creative concoctions. The Negroni is textbook perfect, while the Pisco Sour shows they're not afraid to color outside the lines.

Service manages to hit that sweet spot between attentive and overbearing. The staff actually seem to enjoy working here, which in London's hospitality scene is about as rare as a reasonable rent price. They're knowledgeable without being pretentious, friendly without forcing it, and efficient without making you feel rushed.

For those concerned about practicalities, it's approximately two minutes from Kentish Town station - close enough to be convenient but just far enough to avoid the worst of the station crowds. They take all major cards (and contactless, because this is London and we haven't carried cash since 2015), and yes, they do takeaway for those nights when you want their food but not people.

The Old Farmhouse has also mastered the art of being dog-friendly without turning into a canine social club. Your four-legged friend is welcome, but won't be competing with a dozen others for floor space.

Look, I didn't want to like The Old Farmhouse. I wanted to write a scathing review about another London venue jumping on the Italian bandwagon. Instead, I'm sitting here planning my next visit, mentally working my way through their menu, and wondering if it's too soon to become a regular. If you're in London and looking for a place that successfully marries pub comfort with Italian flair, just go. They've earned my reluctant endorsement, and trust me, I don't give those out easily.