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Churchill Arms
This traditional English pub is renowned for its Winston memorabilia, chamber pots, golf bags suspended from the ceiling and butterflies under glass. It’s a favourite of both locals and tourists (what either group makes of the Winnie/lepidopterous connection is anyone’s guess), and you’ll have to fight your way through scrums of punters at the horseshoe-shaped bar for a pint. The attached conservatory has been serving excellent Thai food for two decades.
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Ten Bells
This landmark pub, opposite Spitalfields Market and next to the area’s striking church, is famous for being one of Jack the Ripper’s pick-up joints, although these days it’s about as far from a museum piece as you can get. In fact, ask most of the young and hip crowd about the history, and few will have any idea that this beautifully decorated, airy and friendly place has anything sinister about its Victorian past.
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Prospect of Whitby
Once known as the Devil’s Tavern, the Whitby’s said to date from 1520, making it the oldest riverside pub in London. It’s firmly on the tourist trail now, but there’s a smallish terrace to the front and the side overlooking the Thames, a decent restaurant upstairs and open fires in winter. Check out the wonderful pewter bar – Samuel Pepys once sidled up to it to sup.
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Ye Olde Trip to Jerusalem
Tucked into the cliff below the castle, this fantastically atmospheric alehouse claims to be England's oldest pub; it supposedly slaked the thirst of departing crusaders. The phrase 'nooks and crannies' could have been invented for here. Just when you think there are no more, you'll find another - and there are usually more than enough to accommodate the many tourists who come to sample the brews.
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Adam & Eve's
A 13th-century brew-house built to quench the thirst of cathedral builders, this is now Norwich's oldest-surviving pub, and an adorable little sunken-floored gem. So snug it is that the upper bar barely fits the barmaid, perhaps why the staff has a reputation for grumpiness! Take a pew outside amid the old-mangle flowerpots, or keep an eye out for the resident ghost in the character-rich interior.
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Black Boy
A celebration of English eccentricity, this adorable old pub is filled with obsessive and sometimes freaky collections, from pocket watches to wax facial features, bear traps, sawn paperbacks and tobacco pipes. Even the women's toilets cheekily sport gynaecological clamps and fish murals.
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Captain Kidd
With its large windows, fine beer garden and mock scaffold recalling the hanging nearby of the eponymous pirate in 1701, this is a favourite riverside pub in Wapping that only dates back to the 1980s. There’s a restaurant predictably called the Gallows on the 1st floor.
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Sloop Inn
Old Speckled Hen, Doom Bar and Bass ales make this beam-ceilinged boozer a favourite with St Ives' old boys. Settle into a booth seat for the night, or bag a spot on one of the wharfside tables.
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Pipe & Slippers
The Pipe is a solid bet for a solid pint and an equally solid meal - Bath Ales behind the bar and Pieminister pies make this ever popular with Bristol's boozer-cruisers.
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Pig & Fiddle
Fave with the Bath Spa students, especially for big-screen sports and table footie.
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Princess Louise
We might have used the word gem before, but we take all of the other instances back. This late-19th-century Victorian pub is spectacularly decorated with a riot of fine tiles, etched mirrors, plasterwork and a stunning central horseshoe bar. After an eight-month renovation, it’s looking even better. The old tiles and plasterwork have been scrubbed up, and Victorian wood partitions have been reinstated, giving punters nooks and alcoves to hide in. There are Corinthian columns too, would you believe? Beers are Sam Smith’s only, and, at £2 a pint, it’s a wonder anyone ever leaves.
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Lamb & Flag
Good pubs can be hard to come by in over-touristy Covent Garden, but the Lamb & Flag makes up for any character or soul the area has lost – the interior is more than 350 years old, with creaky wooden floors and winding stairs, there’s live jazz on Sunday afternoons and, come sunshine or summer evenings, it’s a miracle if you can approach the bar for all the people crowding outside. Its setting is equally charming: the main entrance is on top of a tiny cobbled street, but you can also reach it from the backstreet donkey path that’ll make you think of Victorian England.
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Jerusalem Tavern
Starting life as one of the first London coffee houses (founded in 1703), with the 18th-century decor of occasional tile mosaics still visible, the JT is an absolute stunner, though sadly it’s both massively popular and tiny, so come early to get a seat. There’s good lunch food and, this being the only London outlet of St Peter’s Brewery (based in North Suffolk), it has a brilliant range of drinks: organic bitters; cream stouts; wheat and fruit beers – many of which are dispensed in green apothecary-style bottles.
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Trafalgar Tavern
This cavernous pub with big windows looking onto the Thames and the O2 (the erstwhile Millennium Dome) is steeped in history and you can see some of it illustrated in the prints on the walls. Dickens apparently knocked back a few here – and used it as the setting for the wedding breakfast scene in Our Mutual Friend – and prime ministers Gladstone and Disraeli used to dine on the pub’s celebrated whitebait, when the start of the season was so keenly anticipated that Parliament would suspend sitting for a day.
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Seven Stars
Even though it’s packed with lawyers in the after-office booze rush hour, the tiny Seven Stars is still a relative secret to many Londoners. Sitting behind the Royal Courts of Justice and originally a sailors’ hangout, this is a place overflowing with character, great food, beer and wine. The eccentric landlady and chef, Roxy Beaujolais, a former TV chef and raconteur, lets her cat, Tom Paine, roam around the pub and snooze on the window sills; the bar staff are friendly and the game dishes ravishing.
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Cross Keys
Covered in ivy and frequented by loyal locals who come here for pints of Young’s and spicy fry-ups, the Cross Keys is Covent Garden’s tourist-free local pub. Eccentric landlord Brian shows off his pop purchases as bar decorations (such as his £500 Elvis Presley napkin); brass pots, kettles and diving gear hang off the ceiling; and the punters range from bar props and fruit-machine (poker machine) devotees to Co-vent Garden professionals, all of whom spill onto the pavement and outside tables on summer days.
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Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese
The entrance to this historic pub is via a narrow alley off Fleet St. Locals over its long history have included Dr Johnson, Thackeray and Dickens. Despite (or possibly because of) this, the Cheshire feels today like a bit of a museum piece, and a fairly shabby one at that, with sawdust on the floors and a not inconsiderable smell in its warren of bars now that the cigarette smoke has disappeared. Nevertheless, it’s one of London’s most famous pubs and it’s well worth popping in for a pint.
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Red Lion
Our favourite spot for pre-club drinks in Hoxton, this denizen of the scene is run by the team behind both 333 and Mother Bar. Despite being spitting distance from Hoxton Sq, it’s well enough tucked away down a side street to avoid being overrun by the suburban crowd that now dominates the area at the weekends. Inside it’s pure kitsch fun – eclectic DJs spin downstairs while the friendly crowd spills out onto the street with pints in their hands.
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Old Blue Last
You might walk into this East End spit-and-sawdust pub expecting to find old geezers sitting at the bar, but instead you’re greeted by a hip teenage-and-up crowd of Hoxtonites wearing hooded tops, fluorescent T-shirts and nylon caps. The seedy and trendy look is courtesy of Vice magazine, the hipster bible/global conglomerate and try-hard bad boy magazine that owns the place. It hosts some of the best Shoreditch parties, has a rocking jukebox and does a mean square pie to boot.
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Mayflower
Northwest of Deptford in Rotherhithe, this 15th-century pub, originally called the Shippe but rebuilt and renamed the Spread Eagle in the 18th century, is now named after the vessel that took the pilgrims to America in 1620; US visitors might want to make their own pilgrimage here. The ship set sail from Rotherhithe, and Captain Christopher Jones supposedly charted out its course here while supping schooners. There’s seating on a small back terrace, from which you can view the Thames.
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Scarsdale Arms
Not the easiest pub in London to find, this historic and verdant Georgian space south of Kensington High St and just off Earl’s Court Rd was (so they say) originally built as quarters for the officers of Napoleon’s conquering army. Dream on, Bonaparte. Today it’s an attractive and stylish pub with prints and oils in gilt frames, heavy drapes at the windows and stained-glass snob screens. Fuller ales are on tap and there’s a fully fledged restaurant behind.
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Dove
A 17th-century coffee house-cum-pub, the Dove has many claims to fame, namely that it was in the Guinness Book of Records in 1989 for having the smallest bar in England (though there are larger areas, including a terrace, lounge and conservatory). It was Graham Greene’s local and Hemingway drank here too; William Morris lived next door. There are good river views from the charming dark-wood interior, but if the sun is shining, fight for a place in the garden.
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Newman Arms
A lovely local that is also one of the few family-run pubs in central London, Newman Arms is a one-tiny-room affair with a 100-year history, good music, great beer and loyal locals who mingle with the media types in the evening. George Orwell and Dylan Thomas were regulars in their day, and Michael Powell’s Peeping Tom was filmed here in 1960. There’s also an excellent pie room – the Famous Pie Room – upstairs.
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Greyhound
The old dog certainly kennels in a pedigree neighbourhood, with a verdant square of blue-plaqued Georgians (‘John Stuart Mill lived here’) opposite, and a turning nearby named Thackeray St after the satirist who (supposedly) imbibed here. With the Daily Mail and Evening Standard offices just a lurch and stagger away, the Greyhound’s inky tradition lives on, and it’s not a bad place for stories (both real and imagined).
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Urban Bar
You probably wouldn’t travel far or wide for this boozer with its distinctive tiger-striped livery. But it’s an unmissable (to say the least) and convivial Whitechapel landmark, just opposite the tube. Definitely a pub (with a good range of beers) but somehow reminiscent of a cafe, UB attracts students in the area (Queen Mary College is a short distance to the east) and the occasional white coat from the Royal London Hospital next door.
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