The Shipwrights Arms

Just what London needs - another supposedly historic pub near London Bridge station. The Shipwrights Arms stands there like an architectural catfish, luring tourists with its admittedly photogenic Victorian exterior while locals rush past, smartphones in hand, barely sparing it a glance. I'll admit, I approached with the enthusiasm of someone getting a root canal.

But here's the thing about The Shipwrights Arms in London - it's actually managed to preserve something increasingly rare in the city's pub scene: authenticity. Not the manufactured kind that corporate chains peddle with their carefully distressed furniture and Instagram-ready lighting. No, this is the real deal, complete with barely-contained chaos during rush hour and a healthy dose of local characters who look like they were issued with the building's original deed.

The central bar, arranged in that classic O-shape that practically screams "London pub," initially struck me as just another watering hole for suited professionals seeking refuge from their Bloomberg terminals. Yet somehow, despite my best efforts to maintain professional cynicism, I found myself warming to the place. Maybe it was the staff's refreshingly unpretentious attitude - they're efficient without trying to be your best friend, a quality worth its weight in craft beer these days.

Speaking of beverages, they've managed to keep their beer lines cleaner than half the supposedly premium establishments in the area. The pints arrive properly poured, with none of that "sorry about the head, mate" nonsense you get at tourist traps. Their wine selection won't win awards, but it's perfectly serviceable for a pub that knows exactly what it is.

The outdoor seating area deserves special mention, if only because it offers front-row seats to the perpetual theater of London Bridge commuters power-walking like their Uber ratings depend on it. It's particularly entertaining during summer evenings when the sun hasn't quite given up and the after-work crowd spills out with their jacket sleeves rolled up, ties loosened, pretending they're not checking work emails under the table.

For those wondering about the food - yes, they serve the usual suspects of pub grub. The burgers are honest affairs that won't have you writing sonnets but will absolutely hit the spot after your third pint. The chips actually taste like potatoes rather than whatever frozen concoction most places serve these days. Is it groundbreaking cuisine? No. Will it satisfy you while watching the football match? Absolutely.

The prices sit squarely in the "London, but not tourist-trap London" category. You won't need to remortgage your house for a round, but neither will you find any suspicious happy hour deals that make you question food safety standards. It's the kind of place where you can still get change from a twenty for two decent pints and some bar snacks, assuming you haven't gone for the premium craft options.

The Shipwrights Arms manages something peculiar in modern London - it's simultaneously exactly what you expect and better than you'd think. The bathrooms are... well, they're pub bathrooms. Let's leave it at that. But the space itself has character that wasn't ordered from a pub-decoration catalog, and the regulars provide better entertainment than whatever sporting event is playing on the TVs.

Here's the thing about The Shipwrights Arms London - it's not trying to be the next big thing in the city's drinking scene. It's not chasing Instagram followers or trying to reinvent the wheel. It's just being what it is: a proper London pub that happens to be in one of the most convenient locations imaginable. And in a city where every other establishment seems desperate to be "conceptual," there's something refreshingly honest about that.

So fine, I'll say it - if you're near London Bridge and need a proper pub rather than some half-hearted chain operation, The Shipwrights Arms is worth your time. Just don't all rush there at once and ruin it for those of us who've grudgingly come to appreciate its particular brand of chaotic charm. And if you see someone in the corner aggressively taking notes while pretending not to enjoy themselves, well, that might be me gathering material for my next reluctant recommendation.