The Prince of Teck

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a cut above your average boozer. The Prince of Teck in Earl's Court stands there, all proud of its corner location, practically daring you to be impressed. I walked in fully prepared to write it off as yet another mediocre London watering hole trading on its postcode. Spoiler alert: I'm irritated by how wrong I was.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, The Prince of Teck is one of those London pubs that's had a careful makeover to appeal to the area's peculiar mix of tourists and locals. You know the type: clean enough to bring your mother, worn enough to feel authentic. But while most such renovations strip away any genuine character, this place has somehow managed to maintain its soul. Trust me, I'm as surprised as you are.

The beer selection actually made me pause mid-eye-roll. Their rotating craft options show someone behind the scenes actually gives a damn, and the Portobello London Pilsner they keep on tap is criminally good. Not that I'm admitting to ordering it multiple times. The prices won't make you weep into your pint glass either - a increasingly rare mercy in central London these days.

I arrived determined to find fault with the food menu. Another pub serving up the same tired classics, right? Well, yes and no. Yes, you'll find your fish and chips here (and they're annoyingly excellent, with portions that could feed a small family). But it's the execution that sets them apart. The batter actually stays crispy. The chips aren't an afterthought. It's like someone in the kitchen is actually trying, which is frankly suspicious behavior for a London pub.

The massive menu had me skeptical - usually a red flag suggesting nothing's actually fresh. But over several visits (purely for research purposes, obviously), I've yet to find a genuine dud. The steak and ale pie manages to avoid the dreaded soggy bottom that plagues so many pub offerings. Even their mac and cheese, which I ordered expecting to compile evidence for this review's conviction, turned out to be a creamy betrayal of my cynicism.

What really gets under my skin is the staff. They're genuinely friendly. Not the forced, corporate-mandated cheerfulness you get at chain pubs, but actual, seemingly authentic warmth. It's deeply unsettling. They remember regulars, make solid recommendations, and - most shockingly - appear to enjoy their jobs. I've tried to catch them having an off day, but they maintain this disturbing level of pleasantness with impressive consistency.

The space itself is clever too, damn it. They've managed to create distinct areas that serve different purposes without feeling disjointed. Want to watch the match? There's a spot for that. Seeking a quieter corner for conversation? They've got you covered. The music stays at a level where you can actually hear yourself think - a concept apparently foreign to many London pubs.

For those keeping score at home, yes, you can book a table (welcome to civilization), they do takeout and delivery (though why you'd want pub food delivered is beyond me), and they take cards because it's 2025 and they're not barbarians. They've even got those fancy contactless payment things for when you're too tired to remember your PIN after a few pints.

Look, I didn't want to like The Prince of Teck. London has enough decent pubs, and Earl's Court isn't exactly hurting for places to grab a pint. But here I am, reluctantly admitting that this place has earned its reputation. It hits that sweet spot between traditional pub atmosphere and modern expectations, between casual drinking spot and reliable food venue.

If you must know - and I hate that I'm saying this - The Prince of Teck is worth your time. Whether you're killing time before a show at the Royal Albert Hall, meeting friends, or just seeking a reliable pint in Earl's Court, you'll find yourself annoyingly satisfied. Just don't tell them I sent you. I have a reputation to maintain.