Brexit. General Election looming. Threats of nuclear war induced by madmen with dubious hair and a proclivity for tantrums. Freddo the Frog no longer 10p. I think I need a drink.
Now that the world is so full of post- Orwellian chaos the pub has become even more necessary. It is the bastion of the British, the refuge of the poor and the meek. The amber-hued port in the storm of current affairs. And when the sun peeps out it is an unparalleled slice of London life, where people heave merrily out onto pavements in that drink-sinking, glass-clinking culture of ours.
This Neal Street mainstay has been in situ since 1904 and has retained many of its original features. And if we are a nation of drinkers and pub owners at least we mop up the sops with hearty food. Robust British classics for which we are renowned – Fish & chips, Sausage & mash, Steak & ale pies. Classic ingredients so beautifully put together. You can also satisfy your cravings with a selection of Burgers and Sandwiches should the fancy take you.
And whilst the drinking is primarily focused on the cask ales, if you are more into a cheeky g&t there is fine gin section, showcasing London spirits like Jensen’s of Bermondsey, Portobello Road and their very own 7 Dials Gin. When the chips are down at least they come with fish and you can raise a glass to this funny world of ours.
Crown & Anchor, Neal Street