Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese

Everyone should pay at least one visit to this venerable Fleet Street landmark. It’s one of the oldest pubs in the city (rebuilt not long after the Great Fire of 1666, and still today occupying the same labyrinth of seemingly random rooms connected by higgledy-piggledy passageways). The tourists love it, naturally, for its manifest antiquity and its literary connections: Charles Dickens and PG Wodehouse are just two of those who frequented these dimly lit rooms. Today you can follow their lead for nothing more than the price of a pint of Sam Smith’s beer, and perhaps a meal in the chop room if you fancy some basic pub grub.