The Reliance

Just what London needs - another pub claiming to be a proper neighborhood watering hole. The Reliance sits there, all smug in its brick-and-mortar authenticity, practically daring you to find fault with its well-worn wooden floors and carefully curated selection of ales. I wanted to hate it. I really did.

But damn it all if The Reliance hasn't wormed its way into my cynical heart like some sort of alcoholic tapeworm. It's the kind of London pub that makes you question whether you've become too jaded for your own good. The sort of place where the bartenders actually remember your name - not because they're trained to in some corporate customer service seminar, but because they genuinely seem to give a damn.

Let's talk about the drinks, shall we? The beer selection at The Reliance is neither overwhelming nor insultingly basic. They've struck that irritatingly perfect balance between craft options for the beard-stroking enthusiasts and familiar pours for those who just want a reliable pint after work. The Guinness pour is practically ceremonial - they take their sweet time with it, but the end result makes you forgive the wait. And yes, they even have alcohol-free options on draft, because apparently that's a thing we care about now.

The wine list won't win any sommelier competitions, but it's serviceable enough. Though I must say, watching them fill those glasses to the brim makes me twitch. There's something endearingly unpretentious about it, like your aunt who doesn't understand wine breathing but loves you enough to make sure you get your money's worth.

Speaking of money, the prices sit squarely in the "I'm not thrilled about it but I'll pay it" range. It's London, after all - we've all made our peace with paying more than we should for everything. At least here you feel like you're getting something genuine for your pounds.

The space itself has that lived-in feel that chain pubs spend millions trying to replicate. The wooden tables bear the honest scratches of countless conversations, and the lighting manages to be dim enough for atmosphere while still allowing you to see what you're drinking - a surprisingly rare achievement in London's pub scene.

They've done something clever with the layout too. Somehow, even when it's packed (which it frequently is), you can usually find a corner to claim as your own. The staff navigate the crowd with the kind of practiced ease that makes you wonder if they've installed some sort of hidden traffic management system.

What really gets me though - and I'm annoyed at having to admit this - is the atmosphere. The Reliance has managed to create that elusive vibe where both locals and newcomers feel equally at home. You can watch a rugby match without feeling like you're in a sports bar, or have a quiet conversation without shouting yourself hoarse. It's the kind of place where you might spot a dog lounging under a table next to a group of suited professionals, and neither seems out of place.

The service deserves a special mention, if only because it's forced me to revise my generally pessimistic view of humanity. The staff somehow maintain that perfect balance between attentiveness and leaving you alone - a skill that seems to be going extinct in modern hospitality. They're knowledgeable without being pretentious, friendly without being overbearing, and efficient without making you feel rushed.

For those interested in the practical details (because apparently some people like to plan ahead), they take reservations, offer takeout for those who prefer drinking in their pajamas, and yes, they'll even deliver to your door - though that rather defeats the purpose of a pub, doesn't it? They accept all major forms of payment, including that contactless tap-and-go nonsense that's apparently the future.

Look, I didn't want to like The Reliance. In a city drowning in pubs trying to be everything to everyone, I expected another soulless attempt at capturing the "authentic London pub experience." Instead, I found a place that's actually managed to create something genuine. It's not perfect - nothing is - but it's real, and in London's increasingly polished pub scene, that's becoming as rare as an affordable pint.

So fine, The Reliance, you win. You've earned your spot among London's worthy watering holes. Go ahead and book a table, or just drop in if you're feeling adventurous. Just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming one of those irritating regulars who won't shut up about their favorite pub. I've become one myself, much to my chagrin.