This Soho institution may have mellowed somewhat since self-proclaimed ‘London’s rudest landlord’ Norman Balon finally hung up his polishing cloth in 2006, but there’s still plenty to make it stand out from the crowd. Decor, meanwhile, is stuck firmly in the past, with carpets worn threadbare by decades of post-work sessions. It all adds up to a curious mix of old-timey standards and progressive ideas which, crucially, work together like a charm.
Time Out tip
They might not serve food, but they do have an impeccable array of crisps aka ‘London's greatest tuckshop’. Make ours a bag of pickled onion Monster Munch.