The Arbitrager

For conclusive proof that craft beer is no longer the sole preserve of East End moustache-twirlers, look no further than this slick, pocket-sized spot in the heart of London’s financial district. Aside from the pinstriped types yakking about the latest merger, it’s every bit the modish watering hole, decked out in polished tiles, upcycled gramophone lamps and a massive map of Victorian London. It’s London-only beers behind the bar (a policy that extends to the gin list), and pints are poured from 12 taps, by the third, making this the ideal spot to sink a post-work bev – or even better, a liquid lunch. Well, this is the City after all.