Winning Post

Just what London needs - another pub with delusions of grandeur. The Winning Post sits there in its brick-and-mortar smugness, luring in both locals and tourists with promises of "elevated pub fare" and "craft cocktails." I'll admit, I walked in with my critic's pen sharpened, ready to skewer yet another mediocre attempt at gastropub glory.

But damn it all if this place hasn't made me eat my words along with some surprisingly decent food.

Let's address the elephant in the room - the Winning Post is neither the cheapest nor the priciest option in London's endless sea of pubs. It sits in that dangerous middle ground where expectations run high but budgets remain firmly earthbound. The kind of place that could easily coast on mediocrity, serving up frozen chips and microwaved pies to unsuspecting tourists.

Except they don't. And it pains me to say this, but they actually seem to care about what they're doing.

The Sunday roast - that battleground where so many London pubs go to die - emerges triumphant here. The meat (when not cremated at the unfortunate request of well-done enthusiasts) arrives properly rested and seasoned, accompanied by vegetables that have actually seen the inside of a proper oven rather than a microwave. The Yorkshire puddings rise like architectural marvels, crispy peaks giving way to tender valleys. It's the kind of roast that makes you forgive the slightly higher-than-average prices because, well, you're not paying for disappointment.

The space itself manages to thread that impossible needle between "cozy traditional pub" and "Instagram-worthy venue" without falling into the trap of looking like it was decorated by a Pinterest board gone rogue. Dark wood meets modern touches, and somehow it works. They've even managed to maintain actual humans behind the bar instead of replacing them with an app and a QR code - a revolutionary concept in 2025, I know.

Speaking of humans, the staff at the Winning Post London deserve a particular mention. In an era where genuine service often feels as rare as a reasonable rent in Zone 1, they've assembled a team that actually seems to give a damn. From Jack, who treats tourists like long-lost friends, to Sharon, who could probably run a masterclass in breakfast service, they're annoyingly competent.

The venue's event capabilities initially had me rolling my eyes - another London pub claiming they can "host your special day." But after witnessing their handling of everything from corporate gatherings to full-blown weddings, I have to concede they know what they're doing. The space transforms surprisingly well, and their events team manages to be both efficient and personable, a combination as rare as a quiet tube ride.

Their drinks selection hits the sweet spot between pretentious craft offerings and familiar favorites. Yes, they have your artisanal gins and small-batch ales, but they won't look down their noses at you for ordering a simple pint. The cocktails are actually mixed by people who understand balance rather than just Instagram aesthetics - a shocking concept, I know.

Live music nights avoid the usual pitfall of being so loud you can't hear yourself think, let alone hold a conversation. The outdoor seating area, while not exactly the gardens of Versailles, provides a decent escape from the indoor bustle without forcing you to inhale bus fumes.

For families dragging their offspring to yet another London attraction, the Winning Post offers that increasingly rare combination of child-friendly without being child-dominated. They've managed to create an atmosphere where both parents and child-free adults can coexist without either group plotting the other's demise.

Look, I didn't want to like the Winning Post London. I really didn't. But in a city where mediocrity often masquerades as excellence, they've created something genuinely worth your time and money. Whether you're after a proper Sunday roast, a venue for your next celebration, or just a well-pulled pint in surroundings that won't make you question your life choices, you'll find it here.

Go on, book a table. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.