William Camden

Just what London needs - another pub named after some historical figure. The William Camden in London had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold. These places are usually about as authentic as a politician's promise, with their formulaic attempts at "traditional pub atmosphere" that feel about as genuine as a three-pound note.

But damn it all if this place didn't slowly win me over, like a stray cat that keeps showing up until you reluctantly start leaving food out for it. The first crack in my cynical armor appeared during their karaoke night - and yes, I'm as shocked as you are that I'm mentioning karaoke as a positive. There's something endearingly chaotic about watching City boys in loosened ties belting out "Sweet Caroline" while locals cheer them on with the enthusiasm usually reserved for Cup finals.

The interior manages to thread that impossible needle between "actually historic" and "we bought these fixtures from a pub-in-a-box catalog." Dark wood that's genuinely worn with age rather than artificially distressed, brass fittings that have developed a proper patina, and corners worn smooth by generations of elbows. It's the kind of place where you can actually hear your companions speak - a miracle in modern London - unless it's karaoke night, in which case all bets are off.

Let's talk about the food because we must. The menu is predictable pub fare, but - and I hate admitting this - it's executed with surprising competence. The fish and chips (yes, I ordered them; sometimes you have to embrace the cliché) arrived with fish that was actually identifiable as such, rather than the mysterious white protein that some places serve. The chips were proper chips, not those anemic potato approximations that plague lesser establishments. They've managed to maintain that delicate balance between updating classic pub food and not turning it into some gastropub monstrosity that would make your grandfather weep into his bitter.

Speaking of drinks, the beer selection is thoroughly decent, with enough craft options to satisfy the beard-stroking crowd while maintaining a solid lineup of traditional pulls. The staff actually know their products, which shouldn't be remarkable but somehow is. I watched a bartender spend five minutes helping an American tourist find exactly the right ale, displaying the kind of patience usually reserved for kindergarten teachers.

The outdoor seating area is another reluctant win. Instead of the usual sad collection of wobbly tables perched precariously on the pavement, they've created a genuinely pleasant space. Dogs are welcome, which adds an element of chaos I generally appreciate, especially when some impeccably groomed poodle gives the stink-eye to a scruffy terrier who's clearly a regular.

They've got live music some nights, and unlike many London pubs where that means some bloke murdering Ed Sheeran songs, the quality is surprisingly tolerable. The volume actually allows for conversation, a concept that seems to elude many venue managers.

The prices won't make you feel like you've been mugged in a friendly way - they're firmly in the "reasonable for London" category, which is to say they're still ridiculous by any objective standard, but you won't need to remortgage your house for a round. The food prices in particular show unusual restraint for a place that could probably charge more simply due to its location.

For those keeping score of practical matters: yes, there's parking (both free and paid options, because this is still London), they take cards (welcome to the 21st century), and they're good for groups if you can snag one of the larger tables. The reservations system actually works, which in London pub terms is practically a miracle on par with finding a seat on the Northern Line during rush hour.

Look, I didn't want to like the William Camden. I walked in armed with enough cynicism to power a small city. But like that one friend who keeps dating someone you initially couldn't stand, I've had to reluctantly admit that this place has genuine charm. If you're in this part of London and looking for a pub that manages to be both authentic and functional - a rarer combination than you'd think - you could do far worse. And yes, that's as close to a glowing recommendation as you're going to get from me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think it's almost time for karaoke.