One of Limehouse’s renowned historic pubs, the Grapes dates to 1583 and has insinuated its way into the writing of Pepys, Dickens, Wilde, Arthur Conan Doyle and Peter Ackroyd. It really is tiny, especially the riverside terrace, which can only really comfortably fit about a half-dozen close friends, but it’s cosy inside and exudes plenty of old-world charm.