The Stonemasons Arms

Just what London needs - another gastropub masquerading as your friendly neighborhood watering hole. The Stonemasons Arms in Hammersmith had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. The exterior practically screams "We've got craft beer and sourdough pizza!" like every other converted Victorian pub in West London trying desperately to appear both historic and hip.

And yet... damn it all if this place hasn't wormed its way into my reluctantly expanding list of recommended spots. I blame Nick, the impossibly affable manager who somehow makes genuine warmth feel natural rather than forced. Trust me, I tried to maintain my professional cynicism, but it's rather difficult when you're being treated like a long-lost friend rather than just another critic trying to find fault with the latest "elevated pub fare."

Speaking of which, let's address the elephant in the room - yes, The Stonemasons Arms does sourdough pizza. I know, I know. But before you join me in my initial scoffing, let me tell you something: they've actually managed to nail it. The crust has that perfect balance of char and chew that makes you forget you're eating pizza in a London pub rather than a Neapolitan side street. Their cucumber and tahini small plate - which sounds like something dreamed up during a particularly pretentious chef's meeting - turns out to be mind-bendingly good. I'm still angry about how much I enjoyed it.

The space itself manages to thread that impossibly fine needle between "cozy pub" and "contemporary eatery" without falling into the usual trap of feeling like a Pinterest board come to life. They've preserved enough of the original features to maintain authenticity while updating the space in a way that doesn't make you feel like you're dining in a museum. The mixed seating areas - traditional pub tables, comfortable lounging spaces, and bar spots - somehow work together rather than fighting for dominance.

Let's talk value, because in London that's always the elephant in the room. Their pizza and pint deal for £16 is surprisingly reasonable for Zone 2, and the overall pricing won't make you feel like you need to remortgage your house for dinner. The portion sizes are actually satisfying - a refreshing change from the "small plates" trend that often leaves you contemplating a chip shop visit on the way home.

The drinks selection deserves mention, if only because they've managed to satisfy both the craft beer enthusiasts and the "I just want a proper pint" crowd. The wine list is thoughtfully curated rather than just ticking boxes, and the cocktails don't try to reinvent the wheel with unnecessary flourishes and "artistic" presentations.

What really sets The Stonemasons Arms apart from London's sea of gastropubs is the attention to detail in areas where most venues slack off. The bathrooms - usually the tell-tale sign of a pub's true nature - are impressively maintained. The staff actually seem to enjoy working there (I checked - they weren't just putting on a show for the critic). Even the music volume is properly calibrated - allowing conversation without shouting, a seemingly lost art in modern establishments.

They're dog-friendly without letting the place turn into a canine circus, and they've mastered the art of being good for groups without sacrificing the experience of solo diners or couples. The outdoor seating area manages to be pleasant rather than feeling like you're dining in a smoking area, and yes, they show sports without letting it dominate the atmosphere.

Look, I didn't want to like The Stonemasons Arms. I walked in with a notebook full of predicted criticisms and a healthy dose of London pub skepticism. But somewhere between the perfectly pulled pint, the surprisingly excellent food, and the genuine warmth of the service, I found my professional cynicism crumbling like their perfectly baked sourdough crust.

If you're in Hammersmith and in need of a proper pub that delivers more than it promises rather than less, The Stonemasons Arms is worth your time. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain, and I can't have word getting out that I'm actually recommending places now. My therapist would have a field day with that.