The Raven Tower Bridge

Just what London needed - another pub claiming prime real estate near Tower Bridge. The Raven Tower Bridge sits there smugly, practically daring tourists to stumble in for an overpriced pint and mediocre fish and chips. At least, that's what I thought before my editor forced me to give it a proper review. Curse them for making me admit I was wrong.

Let's address the elephant in the room: The Raven Tower Bridge's location is almost offensively perfect. Perched like its namesake bird with an enviable view of one of London's most iconic landmarks, it could probably serve microwave meals and still turn a profit from camera-wielding visitors. Which makes it all the more annoying that they actually put in the effort to be good.

The first crack in my cynical armor appeared at the bar. While most tourist-adjacent pubs stock the same tired lineup of mass-market lagers, The Raven's beer selection is surprisingly thoughtful. Their house Raven IPA isn't just another generic brew slapped with a venue label - it's actually worth ordering. Multiple times. For research purposes, obviously.

The interior strikes that elusive balance between traditional pub charm and modern comfort that so many venues botch spectacularly. Dark wood panels and worn leather seats provide the requisite old-school atmosphere, but everything's clean and well-maintained. No sticky tables or mysterious carpet stains here. The lighting hits that sweet spot where you can actually read the menu without feeling like you're in an interrogation room.

But it's the staff that really ruins my plans to write a scathing review. They're knowledgeable without being pretentious, attentive without hovering, and - most irritatingly - genuine in their enthusiasm. When they recommend something, it's because it's actually good, not because it's the most expensive item on the menu or about to expire.

Speaking of the menu - it's refreshingly honest. No deconstructed classics or foams masquerading as food. The fish and chips (which I ordered purely to confirm my prejudices about tourist trap fare) emerged gloriously golden, with properly crispy batter and fish that actually tasted of fish. The chips weren't an afterthought either - thick-cut, fluffy inside, crispy outside. Exactly what you want but rarely get from pubs in prime locations.

They've also managed to nail the atmosphere, which is perhaps the most vexing achievement of all. Despite its tourist-friendly location, The Raven Tower Bridge maintains a proper pub feel. The downstairs area hosts comedy nights and live music that don't feel like desperate attempts to manufacture "authentic London culture" for visitors. Local office workers mingle with tourists, and somehow it works.

The outdoor seating area - because of course they have one - offers views that would make lesser establishments jack up their prices to astronomical levels. While not exactly cheap (this is central London, after all), the prices remain firmly in the realm of "fair enough" rather than "daylight robbery."

The drinks menu deserves special mention, if only because it forced me to revise my initial skepticism. Beyond the aforementioned impressive beer selection, they maintain a solid wine list and cocktail program that doesn't try too hard to reinvent the wheel. Their classic cocktails are properly executed, and the seasonal specials show creativity without veering into gimmick territory.

Here's the truly infuriating part: The Raven Tower Bridge actually adds something meaningful to London's pub scene. It's not just another soulless tourist trap or a bland chain outlet. They've created something that serves both visitors and locals well, maintaining high standards where they could easily coast on location alone.

So here I am, eating crow at The Raven (pun absolutely intended). If you find yourself near Tower Bridge - whether you're a tourist ticking off landmarks or a local seeking refuge from them - you'd be doing yourself a disservice not to stop in. Just don't tell them I sent you. I have a reputation to maintain.