The Best Places to Drink in London, by the Record
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Rank 311. Moniker's
Cocktail Bar
The mezzanine is inside an actual bus, steering wheel and all, which tells you most of what you need to know about Moniker's. This cocktail bar on Hoxton Square occupies a converted school gym, and the old blackboards, lab stools, and gym benches have been left more or less in place. It's the kind of interior that sounds like a gimmick until you're sitting in it, at which point it just works.
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The arched room beneath Tower Bridge was a coal store before it was anything else, which makes it an odd candidate for a cocktail bar, but here we are. The back window, once the hatch where barges offloaded coal, now looks straight up at the bridge's underside with the Thames right below. Most is the Russian word for bridge, which earns its keep as a name. A solid spot for a drink when you want the view without the tourist-trap markup.
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Rank 311. Nobu
Japanese
A sleek, almost spaceship-adjacent cocktail bar on the ground floor of the Nobu restaurant in Mayfair. Part of the operation draws its crowd from diners waiting on a table upstairs, but plenty come straight here with no dining ambitions at all. The room is sharp and minimal, the drinks leaning Japanese, and the general atmosphere suggests everyone is dressed a little better than they needed to be. Which, in Mayfair, is saying something.
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The bar at this Primrose Hill restaurant sits one floor below street level, down a staircase just inside the front door. It's a neighbourhood drinking spot in the kind of postcode where the shops sell things you'd never actually buy, and the locals include enough familiar faces to make staring impolite. A calm, low-key place to have a drink away from the room above.
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Rank 311. Old Bengal Bar
Indian
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Rank 311. Old Mary's Bar
Cocktail Bar
A candlelit basement cocktail bar tucked under The Mitre Townhouse, reached by a staircase from the street despite the "speakeasy" billing. Fuller's runs this one, and the layout wanders through what used to be servants' quarters, so you get a rabbit warren of low-lit rooms and dark corners that make it easy to disappear for the evening. The kind of place where people lean in close and stay longer than planned.
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Rank 311. Plateau
Cocktail Bar
A lift from outside the Waitrose deposits you on the fourth floor of Canada Place, where an all-glass bar looks out over Canary Wharf while the suits inside do what suits do: champagne, volume, competitive guffawing. The lounge area with low-slung seats offers some shelter from the open kitchen and the office-party energy. Jazz competes with everything. The cocktail list leads with classics, and they're done properly.
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Rank 311. Portside Parlour
Cocktail Bar
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A hangman's noose still hangs over the Thames foreshore out back, which tells you most of what you need to know about this pub's social history. Been around forever under various names, the most diplomatic of which replaced one that nodded to the smugglers and thieves who drank here. Samuel Pepys was a regular; so was the judge who sent men to Execution Dock just up the river. One of the oldest riverside pubs in London.
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A rooftop cocktail bar perched high enough above Aldwych to catch St. Paul's, the Shard, the London Eye, and Big Ben in a single sweep. The heated terrace has the plush seating of a place that knows people are really here for the panorama, and the angular island bar inside the sliding glass walls gives you somewhere to stand with your drink while pretending you weren't just gawking at Tower Bridge.
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A cocktail bar inside the Grosvenor hotel near Victoria, Réunion has a mirrored ceiling, a glossy flagstone floor, and a long island bar that reads more nightclub than railway-adjacent hotel lounge. The entrance from the lobby leans into that contrast, dark enough to make you pause. The concourse windows remind you where you are, though the room itself seems determined to make you forget.
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Rank 311. Rextail
Steakhouse
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A bar that leans hard into the industrial-chic aesthetic, with a long white-tiled counter fronted by distressed leather stools and a top made from salvaged planks. Old theatre seats pull up to a scaffold-framed bench table, and wood-panelled nooks offer something softer. The whole thing reads as very New York, which in Fitzrovia lands somewhere between a compliment and a lifestyle statement. Book ahead if you want a proper table for food.
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Half-height net curtains are doing a lot of heavy lifting here, softening what is otherwise an unvarnished backstreet pub with bare boards, worn rugs, and old wooden furniture. The lounge and saloon are still split by an island bar, and regulars skip the vestibule by cutting behind it, which nobody bothers to object to. A proper ale-and-grievances sort of place, and all the better for it.
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Rank 311. Ruski's Tavern
Cocktail Bar
A velvet-rope cocktail den in Kensington built around Russian vodka and caviar, where the golden rope at the door stays clipped unless your name is on the list. Arrive before eleven and it behaves more like a serious cocktail bar with canapés than a bottle-service showcase. The drinks are the point here, carefully made and worth the effort of booking, which you will need to do.
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Rank 311. Sake No Hana
Japanese
The cocktail bar tucked beneath Sake No Hana is easy to miss: you push through two Japanese curtains that only reach your waist, which does make an entrance. It sits in the basement of the old Economist building in St James's, a listed piece of sixties architecture that drinks people still mourn as the former home of Che. Small, composed, and Japanese in spirit, it draws a pre-dinner crowd that the menu occasionally persuades to stay put.
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Rank 311. Salvadore and Amanda
Spanish
Spanish movie posters and dark wood booths line this subterranean tapas bar and late-night spot a stumble from Leicester Square tube. The steep descent into a dimly lit, Gothic-ish basement sets the tone before you've ordered anything, and a 3am licence keeps the night going long after the tourists have called it. There's a cover charge some nights, which is the clearest possible sign of what the room becomes after midnight.
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Rank 311. Shoreditch Butchery
Cocktail Bar
Tables made from metal prison doors set the tone at this Shoreditch cocktail bar and nightclub, which took over the old XOYO space with corrugated iron walls, urban sculpture, and a voodoo flourish or two. The same crew runs Paradise and Blues Kitchen, so they know their way around a room built for dancing. A subwoofer the size of a small car sits in the middle of the floor, and the DJs, live acts, and dance parties are the real point of the evening.
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Rank 311. Shoryu
Noodles
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Rank 311. Simon The Tanner Pub
Dive Bar
The pub sign pictures a man who turns out to be a Coptic Orthodox saint credited with moving a mountain in Cairo, not a local drunk with leather-stained hands, which sets the tone nicely. This is a small, unpretentious neighborhood boozer in Bermondsey, mismatched dark wood furniture and all, the kind of place that quietly resisted any pressure to become somewhere clever.
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Rank 311. South Place
Cocktail Bar
The spy-themed cocktail list, with drinks named The Spy Who Loved Me and Enigma Code, sets the tone at this hotel lobby bar in the City. Floor-to-ceiling windows keep things light, and you can settle at the long bar, scattered lounge chairs, or a central sharing table. The cocktails run grown-up and simply constructed, though they lean sweet, with caramel popcorn arriving alongside to lean into it further.
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The Victorian tilework outside promises a sedate local; the oak-panelled 1930s interior delivers exactly that, and then the beer list quietly contradicts both. This is a proper pub on the corner where Stoney Street meets Borough Market, which means on Fridays and Saturdays it fills up fast with market-goers and young professionals who end up drinking on the pavement whether they planned to or not.
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Rank 311. St Pancras Grand Champagne Bar
Champagne Wine Bar
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Rank 311. Steam and Rye
American
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Rank 311. STK
Steakhouse
The DJ booth is the tell: this is a cocktail bar pitched somewhere between a steakhouse and a nightclub, with indoor cherry blossom trees and a pink-purple palette that makes the whole thing feel like a mood board escaped into real life. It lives inside the ME London hotel on the Strand. The crowd dresses accordingly, and the drinks lean bold and photogenic, which here is less a criticism than a description.
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A Broadway Market bar that moonlights as a community arts project, Stories runs talks, installations, and events alongside the drinks, all sourced from the local Hackney creative pool. It's the kind of all-day spot where someone at the next table is either pitching a zine or launching one. The sister bar to The Book Club in Shoreditch, it shares that same formula of cold beer and intellectual ambition, which sounds exhausting but usually isn't.
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Rank 311. Strip Bar and Steak
Steakhouse
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Rank 311. Sushi Samba/Duck and Waffle
Brazilian fusion Japanese
Forty floors above Liverpool Street, the lift opens onto a lounge bar where plastic chandeliers and fairy lights share wall space with Asian-style graffiti, and the view does most of the work. The cocktail list is short and built around house infusions, though the City crowd at the island bar skews heavily toward bottled beer, which tells you something about the room's priorities. Come for the altitude; the drinks are secondary.
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A 6.8-metre Chesterfield sofa is a bold statement for any bar, but Tanner and Co. earns it, given the building's past life outfitting Victorian tanneries in Bermondsey. The cavernous space splits the difference between school gym and leather showroom, with climbing frames, pine floors, and ropes from the ceiling alongside staff in bespoke leather aprons. It's a lot, in the best pub-as-performance-art tradition.
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Two former shops knocked together give The Abbeville its warren of small, interconnecting rooms, which somehow feels very right for a neighbourhood pub this resolutely local. It sits on a residential stretch that feels nothing like nearby Clapham High Street, and the regulars would probably prefer to keep it that way. Two bars, an open kitchen at the back, and a skylight doing its best against the gloom.
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Rank 311. The Alma
Beer Bar
A monumental island bar runs through the center of the ground-floor saloon, and everything else follows from that fact. This is a Young's pub, so the draught list leans on the brewery's own lineup plus guest ales from Sambrook's and Twickenham, ten or so taps in total, nothing wildly adventurous but nothing to complain about either. It's a proper Victorian pub on Old York Road, the kind of place Wandsworth locals have been using as an excuse not to go home for generations.
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Rank 311. The Anchor Pub
British
The Anchor sits right on the Thames at Bankside, and the building itself is genuinely old, with five bars, a minstrels' gallery, and a riverside terrace that tourists photograph from every angle. This is a pub running almost entirely on heritage and a view, which is a perfectly honest business model. Order something simple, settle onto the terrace, and let the setting do what it does.
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A pub on the Thames Path where Bermondsey slides into Rotherhithe, sitting opposite the ruins of a manor house built for Edward III. Monks originally ran a guesthouse on this spot, and the place has been pulling people off the river ever since, Samuel Pepys and Captain Cook among them if the stories hold. A good old-school pub with the history to back up the worn-in feel.
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The Antelope has two front doors, a relic of the days when Belgravia's butlers and their employers each needed their own entrance. The partitions are long gone, but the old-school pub atmosphere survives in this quietly gentlemanly corner local just off Sloane Square. Regulars treat it like a sitting room they don't have to dust. Stone's throw from the King's Road, it reads as a place where nobody is trying very hard, which in this postcode takes considerable effort.
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Rank 311. The Anthologist
Cocktail Bar
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The original chandeliers and carved dark wood at this grand Victorian pub on Mount Street have outlasted every trend that's swept through Mayfair around them. Red leather banquettes, a floral carpet, and a long bar counter split between two distinct rooms make it feel less like a gastropub makeover and more like somewhere the Duke of Westminster himself might have nursed a pint. The red-brick and terracotta frontage alone stops people on the pavement.
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Rank 311. The Blacksmith's Arms
Beer Bar
A brass plaque on the bar marks the waterline from the 1928 flood, which tells you something about how long this Fuller's pub has been absorbing local history. It's an old-school neighborhood boozer on the Rotherhithe waterfront, the kind where regulars nurse pints of Fuller's ale without checking the ferry schedule. Nelson is said to have stopped in while his ship was fitted out nearby, though the pub isn't the sort to make a fuss about it.
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Botanical diagrams cover the walls in tribute to Sir Hans Sloane, the square's namesake, giving this busy bar and brasserie on Sloane Square a reason for its name beyond clever branding. The Tube exit is practically next door, so it never really empties out, and during Chelsea Flower Show week the plant-curious arrive in force. Expect a polished, buzzy crowd and prices to match the postcode.
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Rank 311. The Britannia
Beer Bar
Hine and Hennessey XO on the back bar of a Victoria Park pub is not something you see every day. This enormous East End boozer, sitting on the north edge of the park, leans hard into the Britannia theme, which is to say red, white, and blue on every available surface. No cocktail list in sight, but the spirit selection hints that someone behind the bar knows what they're doing with a shaker if you ask nicely.
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Rank 311. The Britannia Pub
Beer Bar
Betty Boop perches at the end of the bar like she owns the place, which more or less sets the tone. This unpretentious Bermondsey local hides over a hundred single malts behind an otherwise ordinary pub facade, drawing hospital staff and office workers who clearly need a drink more than a scene. Old church pews and beaten-up leather sofas ring the central bar, and the food is priced for people on an actual budget.
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A riverside pub on Wapping High Street where the walls tell the story of Captain Kidd, the privateer hanged nearby at execution dock, which gives the place a historical hook that most theme bars don't quite manage. You walk down a cobbled path through a stone archway into a big, flagstone-floored bar kitted out in convincingly aged seventeenth-century style. The Thames view does a lot of work, and the room is cheerful enough that nobody minds the pastiche.
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Rank 311. The Cigar Room
Cocktail Bar
A rooftop cocktail bar at the May Fair Hotel where the menu opens with four pages of cigars before getting around to drinks. Glittering drapes and awnings do the work of making you forget the surrounding buildings entirely, and the high-end furnishings split the difference between indoors and out. The kind of place where ordering a Cohiba alongside your Negroni feels less like an affectation and more like the obvious move.
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The vaulted main bar here looks less like a pub and more like somewhere a medieval guild would settle a dispute, which is part of the appeal. This Sam Smith's house on High Holborn has been around forever in one form or another, and the Grade II listed mock Tudor exterior draws the eye before you're even inside. Order cheap, settle into one of the old wooden booths, and ignore how much work you brought with you.
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A 60-foot bar stretches across the ground floor of a converted warehouse on Brompton Road, which has been a Porsche garage, a Conran furniture shop, and a Katherine Hamnett fashion space before settling into its current life. The Tom Dixon makeover gave it a sleek, mezzanine-and-steel look that the South Kensington crowd takes to with some enthusiasm. Come for a drink before or after dinner upstairs, or just to stand at what might be the longest bar in London.
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Rank 311. The Compass
British
The original baize-green Courage tiles wrapping the corner site are the first thing you notice, and they set the tone: this is a proper Victorian pub that hasn't been sanded into a lifestyle concept. A gastro pub on the edge of Chapel Market in Islington, it spans two floors, with the ground level knocked through into one bright, unfussy room. Solid modern British food, a relaxed pour, and a crowd that runs from market regulars to office escapees.
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Rank 311. The Diner
American
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Rank 311. The Diner, Spitalfields
American
Red leather booths and floor-to-ceiling windows onto the old market square set the scene at this American diner-style bar tucked into Spitalfields. Boozy milkshakes and alcoholic slushies handle the drinks, which pair with the kind of food, burgers and ribs, that exists primarily to justify the shakes. The neon and the street theatre outside do most of the decorating, and neither asks anything of you.
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Tucked up Jerusalem Passage, a narrow Clerkenwell alley that sounds like something from a Dan Brown paperback, the Dovetail is a bar with the kind of address that rewards people who actually look up from their phones. The surrounding squares carry centuries of Knights Hospitaller history, which lends the whole stretch an atmosphere that no amount of exposed brick could manufacture. A solid stop for a drink in one of London's older corners.
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A cocktail bar spread across the ground and mezzanine of Heron Tower, The Drift seats over 400 people while somehow carving out corners that feel almost intimate, which is no small trick in a glass-and-steel skyscraper. Retro soft furnishings and tactile finishes do the heavy lifting against the corporate bones of the building. A few decorative shells are the only nod to the nautical name, which is probably for the best.
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Rank 311. The Drunken Monkey
Chinese
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A traditional pub named for Edgar Wallace, the thriller writer whose books were adapted into more films than anyone else in the twentieth century, which is a fine thing to put on a sign. It sits on a quiet corner off the Strand in legal London, where the barristers from nearby Temple come in for a pint looking either triumphant or philosophical. Old wood, framed memorabilia, and the general atmosphere of a place that has been here forever.
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Rank 311. The Folly
Cocktail Bar
Floor-to-ceiling windows flood this split-level City cocktail bar with enough light to remind you it's actually a weekday. Part of the Drake & Morgan stable, The Folly is big enough to swallow a whole office outing, but rough wooden tables, church candelabras, and patterned wallpaper keep it from feeling like a chain. A reliable after-work refuge near Monument when you'd rather not explain yourself to anyone who knows you.
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The last galleried coaching inn left in London sits in a cobbled courtyard off Borough High Street, which is already doing a lot of the work. The George is a pub owned by the National Trust and leased to Greene King, so the olde-world atmosphere comes with a corporate pour. The timber galleries and latticed windows pull in tourists by the coachload, but on a quiet afternoon the courtyard still feels like Dickens could wander through.
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The floors here haven't been straight since Charles Dickens used the place as inspiration for the Six Jolly Fellowship-Porters in Our Mutual Friend, and not much else has changed either. This tiny old pub backs onto the Thames on Narrow Street, and the building has been a drinking spot for centuries. Come for a pint in a room that lists and creaks, and possibly for the view of the river out back.
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A gastro pub spread across three floors of a Marylebone hotel, with light wood, white ceilings, and pastel shades that keep things bright if a little corporate. Part of the Cubitt House group, so the menu will look familiar if you've been to its siblings. The wine list runs to around sixty bottles, with a good twenty poured by the glass and a range that climbs well past the hundred-pound mark for those feeling ambitious.
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A stripped-back Kingsland Road pub with live jazz and zero posturing, which is a rarer combination than it should be. One big open room on the ground floor, a terrace for smokers, and a crowd young enough to keep the energy up even on a slow Tuesday. Weekends get properly heaving. It wasn't always a traditional boozer, but it plays the part well enough that nobody seems to mind.
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Rank 311. The Happenstance
Cocktail Bar
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Rank 311. The Hippodrome
Cocktail Bar
Dealers in sharp uniforms working the blackjack tables are visible from the bar, which sets the tone for an evening here. The Hippodrome is a casino complex near Leicester Square with a handful of bars scattered across its floors, two of which serve proper cocktails. No membership required, just the doormen's approval, which keeps things feeling a little cinematic. The gaming floor isn't the point if cards bore you, but it does make for a good backdrop.
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The shutters go up on Saturday mornings and that's the only schedule that matters here. Kernel is a craft brewery tap under a Bermondsey railway arch, open one day a week, where you can taste before you buy and then stay to drink in a makeshift beer hall next door. Mismatched furniture, no frills, and a crowd that arrived knowing exactly what they wanted before they walked in.
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Rank 311. The Kings Arms
Beer Bar
Candles stuck in wax-crusted bottles flicker under mismatched lampshades at this Tooley Street local, which has the look of a pub that never quite decided whether to go gastropub or stay a straightforward boozer. It landed somewhere in the middle, and mostly that's fine. The cask ales are the reason to come, with a rotating handful on tap and Green King IPA holding down a permanent stool at the bar.
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A proper old pub tucked up the alley off Garrick Street, the kind of passage you'd walk past a hundred times without noticing. On warm evenings the narrow lane fills with after-work drinkers spilling out from the bar. The back room was once called the Bucket of Blood, a nickname it earned honestly from the bare-knuckle bouts held there. John Dryden got badly beaten in the alley in 1679; the upstairs room carries his name now, which is a fairly distinguished memorial for a mugging.
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Rank 311. The Lansdowne
Modern European Pizza
Blackboards cover the walls at this stripped-back Primrose Hill pub, spelling out what's on draft and what's coming out of the kitchen. The large main room runs to wooden tables and a loose scatter of modern art, with a dining room upstairs doubling as a jazz venue on the right nights. The menu leans Modern European with a strong Italian pull, and the pizzas have a following among the locals who fill the place most evenings.
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Rank 311. The Lexington
Beer Bar
The menu opens with a Lincoln quote about beer and God, which sets the tone pretty well for this Islington bar on the corner of Pentonville Road. American craft bottles line up alongside a solid draught selection, but the real draw is the bourbon list, which runs to over fifty bottles and generates the kind of quiet, decisive ordering you see when regulars already know exactly what they want.
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Rank 311. The Liquor Cabinet
Cocktail Bar
The entrance is underneath a kebab shop, and yes, a wrong turn puts you in the kitchen. Make the right one and you're in a dimly lit basement cocktail bar where stacked crates form the booths and rough wooden planks pass for seating. It reads less shabby-chic and more genuinely cobbled-together, which suits the bottled cocktails and serious spirits on offer. Hackney locals who know where the door is fill the place without much fuss.
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Rank 311. The Lock Tavern
Dive Bar
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Rank 311. The Lockhart
Southern
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A top-hatted doorman on Clipstone Street marks the stairs down to this Fitzrovia basement bar, where the name blends Lucky Luciano with Prohibition-era "blind pig" speakeasies. The distressed interior mixes shabby chic with Chinoiserie, curtained banquettes tucked into a mini-cellar below. Menus arrive dressed as a 1957 jazz magazine, which sets a mood the drinks list is better at sustaining than the inside pages are.
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The license starts at 6am so Borough Market workers can get a pint in before most of London has had breakfast. This old-school pub on Stoney Street has been around forever and keeps a serious cask ale selection, pump clips covering the walls and rafters like wallpaper someone forgot to stop hanging. The burgundy paint and bare wooden floor make it feel lived-in without trying too hard, and it draws a crowd that actually uses the market, not just photographs it.
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The pub that claims to be the oldest on the Thames sits on Rotherhithe Street with its feet practically in the river, all low beams and the distinct feeling that the floorboards have heard some things. The Mayflower is named for the ship that carried the Pilgrim Fathers to the New World, and their captain is buried just up the road. Come for a pint, stay because leaving requires more willpower than the room tends to inspire.
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Rank 311. The Old School Yard Bar
Cocktail Bar
Old school lockers with graffiti line the walls, a chopper bike leans against something, and a ghetto blaster sits where a till might otherwise be. This Bermondsey cocktail bar runs its menu by school subject, so the Cosmopolitan lives under History and the Hemingway Daiquiri files under English, which is the kind of logic that rewards a second drink. Tonka trucks and 80s nostalgia do the decorating; flair bartending does the rest.
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Seven thousand square feet of bar in the shadow of the HSBC tower means The Parlour runs at a particular frequency: suits, pints, and the debrief after a long day of staring at screens. The industrial bones of the room are softened just enough by reclaimed pine, warm lamps, and a Japanese screen-style back bar. When the nearby towers empty, the long communal tables fill fast, and the overspill heads straight for the terrace.
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Rank 311. The Plume of Feathers
British
A classic neighborhood pub at the foot of Greenwich Park, sitting directly on the Meridian Line, which means the observatory's laser passes right over your head on a clear night if you take a table in the back garden. It's tucked far enough down a back street that the tourist tide rarely reaches it, making it the kind of old-school local that rewards anyone willing to wander a little past the obvious sights.
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Rank 311. The Porterhouse
Beer Bar
A 200-year-old Irish clock rescued from a town hall anchors the center of this sprawling Covent Garden pub, which runs across several levels and roughly 13,500 square feet of copper pipes, rivet-covered steel, and brass fittings. The beer list runs to around 180 bottles from around the world, plus nine unpasteurised draught ales brewed by the Irish owners back in Dublin. It's the kind of place where choosing a round takes longer than drinking it.
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A Young's pub beside Battersea Park, The Prince Albert draws the post-walk crowd, strollers, dogs, and all, who come for roughly 30 wines by the glass and a rotating lineup of locally sourced ales. The spirit list stays fairly simple, but the wine selection and a proper Sunday roast keep the well-heeled Battersea contingent coming back. It's the kind of place that rewards having a dog more than a cocktail shaker.
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The curved etched-glass windows haven't changed since the Victorians were sorting themselves by class, and inside this Maida Vale pub the mahogany bar is still partitioned into five zones: the Public, the Gentlemen's, the Ladies', the Private, and the Snug. The half-height doors between them remain, which means you can drift from compartment to compartment, pint in hand, pretending the social order no longer applies.
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The bar at Jumeirah Carlton Tower has been pulled from the edges of the room and planted center stage, which pretty much tells you everything about the ambition of the redesign. Martin Brudnizki swapped tired hotel fabrics for leather finishes and a surprisingly funky soundtrack, and the drinks menu orbits a loosely English countryside theme with a soft spot for London dandies. Knightsbridge prices, naturally.
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Rank 311. The Star at Night
Cocktail Bar
Old enamel advertising signs cover the walls, and the whole room reads like a neighborhood pub that's been in the same family forever. It isn't one, though: The Star at Night is a cocktail bar, now gin-focused, with its own gin club for the committed. Tucked into the backstreets of Soho, it has the ease of a well-worn local and the drinks list of somewhere that takes the glass in your hand seriously.
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A big Victorian corner pub across from the Imperial War Museum, with stained glass dark enough to make afternoon feel like closing time. The cask ale selection is solid if unremarkable, and the food reputation that once drew people in walked out the door with the chef who built it. Come for the atmosphere and a pint, not a dining occasion, and you'll leave in better shape than if you'd expected otherwise.
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The south-facing terrace is the whole game here, filling up even when the temperature argues otherwise with the kind of Notting Hill crowd that treats being seen as a leisure activity. Inside, this corner pub leans into shabby-cool: green leather banquettes, mismatched old wooden furniture, fairy lights overhead, and walls thick with artwork. It has the bones of an ordinary local and the atmosphere of somewhere that knows it no longer is.
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Rank 311. The White Hart Pub
British
The square island bar takes up so much floor space a modern designer would have a small crisis, but that's rather the point at this back-street Waterloo pub. Dark wood panelling and mismatched dining chairs sit alongside 70s light fittings and what the décor trade might call "sparkly dangly bits." It's an old boozer that's had a gentle gastropub makeover without losing the feeling that it's been here forever and plans to stay.
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A walled beer garden on Bermondsey Street is a rare thing, and The Woolpack has one, complete with picnic tables, bamboo fencing, and a parasol heroic enough to deny the British weather. Inside, the booths run along original tiled walls uncovered during a refurb, and the overall vibe is 70s utilitarian rather than anything a designer touched. A proper pub, unpretentious and unapologetic about it.