London's Most Treacherous Pub Staircase?

A second post recounting a Central London pub ramble research trip made by our intrepid Oxfordshire trio.
We were making fine progress.  We'd marvelled at heritage interiors, drunk OBB from the wood, chortled childishly at old cock jokes, and pondered why there is a route-master bus in the back yard of the Old Bank of England.
Here's the route for the day...

Our next point of call was the Seven Stars, a wonderful backstreet pub close to Lincoln's Inn.

The Seven Stars (51-54 Carey Street, Aldwych, London, WC2A 2JB)
There are stories that the Seven Stars dates back to 1602 and is a contender to be the oldest pub in London, although historic maps rather kybosh this, showing the site as unbuilt upon until at least 1892. The actual history of the pub is vague. It's suggested that the Seven Stars refer to the seven provinces of the Netherlands, a connection to the sea-faring folk who may have been customers before this was transformed into a legal district.
Never mind the history...it's a gem of a pub. 

 

Spread across three small rooms (the latest being added in 2004 when the neighbouring wig shop was acquired), tables are covered with green plastic gingham tablecloths, giving the feeling you've stepped straight into a different era. On the menu there was dill cured herring, panzanella, 'Marvelous' meatloaf, and goats cheese pear and beetroot salad.
Beer-wise, there were two cask ales from Adnams on offer: 'Southwold Bitter' or 'Broadside'. The Broadside was on great form - best beer of the day so far.

A quick visit to the facilities on the first floor provided a nice law profession sub-genre of my 'Mild Smut in the Gents' series...  

Whilst the route to the loos clearly wins the prize for the day's most precarious pub staircase.

I remember some real corkers of pub staircases around Westminster and Soho which I must revisit and compile pictures of. Preferably without tumbling down any of them.

Just a couple of minutes along the road from the Seven Stars is a ghost 'Spoons.

The Last Judgement (95 Chancery Lane, Holborn, London, WC2A 1DT)
A second bank conversion of the day. From 1865 this used to the Union Bank of London, built with Portland stone in a renaissance style by F. W. Porter.
It was converted by Wetherspoon's into The Knight's Templar in 1999 and operated until March 2023. I drew a blank on this when looking at our route on the map, then instantly remembered my Spoons visit here in the 00s when I caught a glimpse of the exterior and elaborate large single room inside.
I suspect this would have been MUCH busier when it was the Knight's Templar...

"Since its time as a Spoons the number of handpumps are reduced to 6. All mainstream breweries", says the CAMRA website description. Turn your nose up at Spoons as much as you like, but look what the alternative is...mainstream breweries!
Wainwright Amber, London Pride and a couple of pump clips turned around on our visit.
The Pride for us.  "Drinking well".

We navigated the streets for five minutes making our way to a pub which is much newer than those we started the day in.
The Wild Swan (99 Fetter Lane, Holborn, London, EC4A 1ES)
This is Thornbridge and Pivovar's first foray into London. After visits to their venues in Leeds, Sheffield and Birmingham, it comes as no surprise that it's smart, stylish and very good.
The site historically housed the Vintners Arms, later to become The Printers Devil, although that building was demolished some years ago. With startling blue brickwork and neat symmetry, Thornbridge have named this with a nod to local one-time journalists watering hole the White Swan and their own beer of the same name.

The line-up of beers offered a fine choice, both on cask and keg.
Look at the concentration that goes into Gareth's picking - he's not a "pint of the last one poured" kinda guy.

I'd been so disciplined with half pints and sensible strength beers, bearing in mind how many pubs we were aiming to get around on this day.
That was derailed a bit at the Wild Swan.
A 'Ravenna' fruity pale ale, single-hopped with Mosaic, for starters.
Followed by two German-style draught beers, Thornbridge's own delicious 'Zehn' 6% festbier, then Elvington 'Mittel Export Dunkel'. All superb.
Fair to say we liked the Wild Swan.
It only opened in April of 2026, but I reckon this will appear in the Good Beer Guide in the not so distant future.

Moving on, we headed into the alleyways to the side of the jewellery quarter to another much-heralded classic London pub.

Ye Olde Mitre (1 Ely Court, Ely Place, Hatton Garden, London, EC1N 6SJ)
A tavern was first built here in 1546 on land belonging to Ely Palace, the London residence of the Bishops of Ely. The current structure is dated to a 1773 reconstruction when the area surrounding the Mitre was transforming.

Five cask ales were available on our visit, two from Windsor & Eton, London Pride, Dark Star 'Hophead' and Sambrook's 'Pumphouse' pale ale. The Pumphouse for me - a lovely London beer served in good condition.
It's lovely inside, so I'm not sure why we ended up propping up a barrel in the alley.

Just one more quick pub visit for me before I headed off to catch the Oxford Tube home.
A short stroll along High Holborn took us to the magnificent-looking Cittie of York...

Cittie of Yorke (22 High Holborn, London WC1V 6BN)
This is another London plot that has housed some sort of inn for hundreds of years.  It survived the Great Fire, became the Queens Head, was re-built a few times, and was eventually purchased by Samuel Smiths in 1975.
There are loads of features within, but to appreciate them I'd need to start here, rather than making it pub number eleven, just after the office crowds had descended.

The stand-out room is Henekey's Bar at the back, designed in the style of a medieval hall as part of the 1920s reconstruction.

We grabbed another OBB from the wood, the sole Sam Smith's cask, plus a dark mild, taking these down into the vaulted cellars.

For me, that was the lot.  Time to head homebound whilst my companions managed to extend the evening a little bit longer.

A great day out.  Thanks to John for planning the route and not getting too carried away adding extra pubs.
More London explorations coming up in the next post, where I'm heading into the SE suburbs.

A Slice of London Pub Heritage

My trips to London often involve racing past the centre to get to a suburban Wetherspoon's or a Bexleyheath local that serves me Doom Bar and lasts one year in the Good Beer Guide.
So it made a nice change recently to stick around the Fleet Street area on a sunny day and visit some classics.

The next two posts contain:
➤ Pubs you've heard of!  
➤ Three three-star Historic Interiors!
➤ At least one treacherous staircase.
➤ Beer prices to bring me out in a cold sweat.

As we'd made our own ways to London by train and bus, I met Oxford CAMRA Chairman John in Chancery Lane for a spot of breakfast, before we made our way to the first pub of the day.

 

The Blackfriar (174 Queen Victoria Street, Blackfriars, London, EC4V 4EG)
The Blackfriar was built in 1875 on the site of an ancient Dominican friary.  It was remodelled around 1905 by architect Herbert Fuller-Clark who went to town with Arts and Craft and Art Nouveau styles within.  He employed sculptors to work with marble, wood and copper throughout the pub to create the elaborate rooms we see today.

I wonder if anyone at the time thought it was over-the-top and a bit gimmicky?
If Waxy O Connors in Covent Garden survives the next hundred years will folks marvel its 'heritage' interior?
Not everyone appreciated the Blackfriar in the sixties, when planners had the urge to demolish it to make way for brutal concrete blocks.  Poet Sir John Betjeman was one of the loudest voices campaigning against these plans, several years before the building was given Grade II listed status in 1972.

It's glorious in every direction you look, from the archways to the snug dining room at the rear, to the narrowing seating at the tip of the wedge.  The stained glass, marble pillars, the relief above the fireplace and the depictions of cheery friars having a whale of a time in copper above the bar, make for incredible surroundings.

 

The pedant in me wants to mention that it was the Franciscans, in brown capes (not the Dominican friars in black) that had a brewing tradition and were of a more jovial persuasion.  Black friars were very serious and studious and had little time for the frivolities depicted in the pub decorations.

The bar staff who served us had little time for frivolity either - service without a smile.
Myself and John both picked 'Pride' from the choice of 4 cask ales.  In good condition - just about - although not quite filling the glass to the brim when you're charging £7 a pint irks me a bit.

The Blackfriar is a pub that will always be worth calling in to regardless of the beer - £3.50 for a half pint a reasonable entry fee to marvel the exquisite interior.

Right...more wedge-shaped pubs, please!

The Cockpit (7 St Andrew's Hill, Blackfriars, London, EC4V 5BY)
This used to be my second closest pub when I was lucky enough to live in the narrow lanes by St Pauls at the end of the nineties.  Back then it sat next to an empty lot, never seemed to get very busy and served a so-so pint of Courage.  It was a heck of a lot better than Ryan's Bar on Carter Lane that my sometime flatmate used to insist on dragging me to, yet I only occasionally paid the Cockpit a visit.

An earlier building on this site operated as a venue for the unsavoury pursuit of cock-fighting until that was banned in 1840.  The venue then became a public house called the Three Castles, rebranding to disassociate itself with the prohibited gambling pass-time which still provides a name to many a pub to this day.  It got a Victorian re-build around 1865, providing us with the picturesque inn we see today.
By the 1980s, the original name was restored, the decorative gallery mimicking a layout where spectators would have gathered to watch the fighting cocks below.  

It's a glorious retro pub room, complete with trad carpet, bench seating, pewter mugs, and great old Courage livery above the bar.
It didn't stay as empty as in my picture for very long, local workers and tourists popping in to fill up the tables and choice vertical drinking spots on the alleyway to the side.
Two London brews from Southwark and Five Points, a 'Sussex Best' and Britain's best selling cask ale were on offer at the bar.

We both plumped for the Five Points 'XPA', a reliable crisp pale ale.  Served in good condition - a better good than the Pride had been in the Blackfriar, but not quite 'very good'.   If it hadn't been outlawed on the CAMRA scoring system it'd be a three-and-a-half!

As the lunchtime office workers descended on the sandwich bars, we strolled across Ludgate Circus onto Fleet Street and made our way to the Old Bell.

The Old Bell (95 Fleet Street, Temple, London, EC4Y 1DH)
Back in the days when Fleet Street was the epicentre of British newspapers, I suspect the Old Bell would have been smoky, boozy, and packed full on a Thursday lunchtime.  No artisan sandwiches required for lunch in those days.  It wasn't packed full on our visit: the staff completing a few cleaning tasks with just a couple of other customers in.  No chance of anyone leaving any top secret dossiers on the table next to us, as is said to have happened back in 1951. 

This current building traces its history back to 1678 when it was rebuilt following the Great Fire of London. It was once the site of Fleet Street's very first printing press, later becoming a pub of many names before settling on the Old Bell.

We found two handpumps ambitiously labelled 'Tap Takeover' serving Timothy Taylor brews, alongside Wainwright 'back soon' and the St Austell house ale.

Two halves of 'Golden Best' please.
The best bit of the pub is the front room next to the lovely lead stained glass windows.  You could almost imagine you were in the 18th century...  oh no, hang on.  You can't because of the generic dull 2020s pop being played with the volume a notch too high.  We settled instead at the rear of the pub with a view of St Brides church.

A hop, skip and a jump through the stationary buses on Fleet Street took us to the narrow alleyway leading to the Cheshire Cheese.

Olde Cheshire Cheese (145 Fleet Street, Fleet Street, London, EC4A 2BU)

Like everything in this bit of London, the Cheshire Cheese dates back to 1667, just after the Great Fire of London necessitated an awful lot of building work.  Prior to that it's believed to have been the site of an earlier inn called The Horn.
If you're looking for a roster of literary types as pub regulars, then the Olde Cheshire Cheese does rather well with Mark Twain, Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Samuel Johnson all said to have popped by and drank here.

It's is a warren of rooms.  The wood panelled bar just to the right of the doorway is a dimly-lit delight of an olde worlde pub room, with a dining room to one side and two more spaces with a slightly more modern feel to the back.  Clamber down the staircase ("mind your head, John!") and there are three subterranean spaces under barrelled brick ceilings.  The cellars are said to date back to a 13th century Carmelite monastery (the white friars - I'm doing well with varieties of friars in this post).   

This is a pub where maintaining the 'no electronic devices' policy is challenging, with a procession of tourists popping in who - of course - want a picture of this slice of pub history.  It did seem the rules were loosely applied, with permission granted for us to snap a pump-clip pic.  I didn't have the cheek (or a good enough camera) to capture the ground floor rooms.
But I did get a photographic record of the challenging staircase...

And the beer?
The 'Old Brewery Bitter' from the wood was thoroughly enjoyable.  Didn't Sam Smith's used to be the bargain option in the capital, though?  That's definitely no longer the case.

We wandered a little further up Fleet Street until we reached another pub with 'Ye Olde' in the title.

Olde Cock Tavern (22 Fleet Street, Temple, London, EC4Y 1AA)
I haven't taken the best picture of the Olde Cock.  You need to be across the road to capture how narrow it is, five floors squeezed in between the neighbouring buildings.  Fleet Street was ridiculously traffic-clogged, so I'd probably have spent as long waiting for a gap to take the pub pic as we did in the pub itself.
Anyway, it's narrow, stretching back a fair way from the street with rooms across two floors.  The pub was relocated here in 1887, its previous location being on the other side of the road.

We perused the cask choices at the bar, dismissing the Theakston's 'Old Peculiar; as too disruptive to our ambitious itinerary for the day, then plumping for the Greene King house beer.
The familiar-tasting 3.9% ordinary bitter - not a beer I'm ever going to get excited about, but a half pint, well-kept, was fine to accompany our short visit. 

The toilets (complete with Hertha Berlin sticker on the cistern in the gents) are down some steep narrow stairs to the basement.  No 'mind your head' hazard on this one, but another set of stairs to take care on, especially if you've had a few Old Peculiars.

The original Cock, with it's tales of Samuel Pepys drinking there, was demolished to make way for the Bank of England, as was the neighbouring inn the Haunch of Venison.
The bank swatted aside this pair of taverns as they wanted a new branch to serve the law courts.  They commissioned architect Sir Arthur Blomfield to design a suitable eye-catching building, which was opened in 1888.
As with the Cock - excessive traffic and impatience = picture letdown.

The Old Bank of England (194 Fleet Street, Aldwych, London, EC4A 2LT)
The bank lasted until 1975, had a spell as a building society, then was restored and converted to a pub in 1994.
It does look rather splendid...

This was a Fuller's Ale & Pie house when I visited many years ago.  It's now under the control of Hertfordshire brewery McMullen's.

We opted for the AK original mild.  A beer which McMullen's have brewed continuously since 1827.  At 3.7%, it's at the lighter, less wintery, end of the scale of mild varieties, malty, smooth and easy to drink.

Gareth, the third member of our party, was making his way across the city to the Seven Stars, our next destination.
Which will have to wait for the next post, as this one's gotten far too long.
Thornbridge ales, more Sam Smiths, and the best staircase yet, to follow.

A Pub Ramble from Maida Vale to Paddington

In which we follow a route through central NW London taking in heritage pubs, a bottle shop, a shiny new Wetherspoon's, a monkey puzzle tree, and some fine ales. 

I emerged from the Bakerloo Line into the sunlight at the impressive red-tiled Maida Vale station.

I was here for the now-traditional annual gathering of our CAMRA Oxon-Berks-Bucks regions for a pub crawl ramble around a chosen bit of the capital.
This year: Maida Vale, our route shown on the map below.  The official suggested route finished at the Mad Bishop and Bear at Paddington station but we didn't make it quite that far.
3b,the craft bottle shop, was our own splinter group deviation; the relatively new 'Spoons wasn't a listed 'ramble' stop, so as not to upset the JDW-abstainers and delay them from getting their pint of Fursty Ferret.

Due to my prancing about in central London, I was last to arrive, welcomed by Gareth who was sitting outside watching the roadworks opposite..."Get yourself in there and get a pint of the 'London Lush'."

The Carlton Tavern (33 Carlton Vale, Kilburn, NW6 5EU)
I whittled on about the Carlton Tavern a few months ago. when I was in this neck of the woods making my way back from Hampstead via Kilburn.
It got knocked down, it got up again, as told in the newspaper story here.
Available cask on this visit was Otter 'Bitter' or the aforementioned London Brewing Company 'London Lush'.  The latter was an easy-drinking pale ale brewed with Citra and Comet hops just over six miles away in North Finchley.
Spot the person in the pic below who's not on a CAMRA day out...

It was a fairly long trek from the first to second pub, following Randolph Avenue back past the tube station - a tree-lined street of red bricked mansion blocks (2-bed apartment yours for £1.2 million).  When you're spending money like that you could do with a Grade II-listed Heritage pub as your local.
Ah, here you go...

The Warrington Hotel (93 Warrington Crescent, Maida Vale, W9 1EH)
The exterior of the Warrington gives a clue that it will be spectacular within... ornate columns and mosaic tiled steps leading to the front door.  The main room is to the right: an elaborate lounge of dark reds and browns, with bits of stained glass, a superb carpet, and one of the most eye-catching bar counters you're likely to find.  Semi-circular, it features a canopy above decorated in Art Nouveau style.

If the rich interior still isn't impressing you, the pub was used in episodes of The Sweeney and Minder (an episode called 'The Beer Hunter' which I really must seek out).  Hmmm, perhaps that's not so much of a selling point as Morse is in Oxford.

 

Unfortunately, the beer didn't excel in The Warrington.  Of the three hand pumps, only 'Old Speckled Hen' was in action - in reasonable condition without being exciting.
But the beer plays second fiddle to the privilege of being able to sit in this magnificent building.

A short stroll along Warrington Crescent took us to Pub#3, another heritage delight.

The Price Alfred (5A Formosa Street, Maida Vale, W9 1EE)
This Victorian hostelry dates back to 1856, although it's the refit in 1896 which earns a listing on the National Inventory of Historic Pub Interiors and makes this such a showstopper.
Five separate drinking compartments surround the bar counter. The wooden partitions would once have offered an element of privacy and allowed people to drink in spaces that suited their social standing.  I believe the low doorways between each would have been used by 'potboys' collecting glasses (there being external entrances for each compartment).  But it's fun to stoop through them, even if not a single pub rambler today managed to do so whilst maintaining any cool.

  

This is a Young's house, with 'Bitter' or 'Special' available alongside a Timothy Taylor 'Landlord'.  Special, please, on solid if unspectacular form, but - again - it's the surroundings you're here for anyway.
We managed to grab a table underneath the snob screens, next to a wine-drinking lady snuggled next to her dog, greenhouse hot with the sun beaming through the etched glass windows.

It didn't take too much persuasion to tempt Gareth and Chairman John that we should make a diversion into the craft beer outlet across the road.

Real Drinks (4 Formosa St, London W9 1EE)
This is a small shop/tasting room, with fridges along one side (don't look - your bag will be heavy, your pocket will be light!) and shelves of wine and other beverages along the other.  There was a central table allowing us to perch on high stools and sample a few beers.  Six on tap provided a selection of pale brews from Kernel, Bullhouse, Utopian, Beak, Deya, and Lost & Grounded.

Disappointed not to find anything in darker hues, I delved into the fridge and picked out a bottle of Kernel 'Dunkel', keen to see how one of the original London craft breweries matched up to all the dark lagers I'd been drinking in Bavaria the previous month.
My companions gave the Bullhouse 'Suds' the thumbs-up, and we shared a superb Kernel Irish Whisky barrel aged imperial brown stout.

I do declare I found the most expensive bag of crisps available in any pub nationwide...

I hope they're good - none of us were feeling flush enough to find out.

Another short walk took us to Pub#4.

I didn't recognise the name and thought this may be my first new venue of the afternoon, but this was familiar as soon as I turned the corner.

The Warwick Castle (6 Warwick Place, Maida Vale, W9 2PX)

I don't think I've been here when it's been so busy though.  Three different areas within, all packed and standing-room only, except for some tables at the rear reserved for dining.  There isn't really much I can say about the pub - we squeezed to the bar, got served, and took half pints outside and propped them on a wheelie bin.  We're glamourous pub-crawlers.

The longest walk of the afternoon followed, although it's a pleasing and picturesque one along the Regents Canal...

..taking us from the leafy surrounds of Little Venice to the modern developments at Paddington Basin.
Amongst the food and drink outlets of Merchant Square is one of JD Wetherspoon's recent new openings.

Sir Alexander Fleming (Unit 53, 5 Merchant Square, Paddington, W2 1AS)
Opening the doors for the first time in September '25, this has taken the ground floor glass-fronted space that has already been a trendy bar, then a smokehouse restaurant. Judging by the age of this development, both must have been very short-lived.
Top marks for the friendly staff, efficiently clearing the tables and retained a very new and clean feel to this modern pub.  Top marks for the rarity of 'Spoons toilets on the ground floor which don't require a long trek and signposts helping direct you back to the bar.

It was super-busy as well - folks pouncing upon our table as soon as we got up to leave.
Not before we'd fuelled ourselves with some food and a respectable pint of Goddards 'Fuggle Dee Dum'.

Just time for another shot of the crammed-in shiny modern developments.
One of the remaining Brewdog bars is at the foot of that silver block - but for how long will those 11 sites last?

We left the 21st century towers behind and headed south of Paddington station where the hotels and apartment blocks are from a different era.

Sitting underneath a 1969 residential block was our next pub, The Monkey Puzzle. 

The Monkey Puzzle (30 Southwick Street, Paddington, W2 1JQ)

This proved to be somewhere a little bit different and not what you'd expect from a dull exterior (tree excepted).
The open-plan bar is decorated with a real traditional feel - proper pub carpet - dark wood - areas divided effectively to provide a cosy feel.  And could those be real central London locals sitting at the bar (scowling at me).

Being a Badger pub the beer range was never going to blow us away: 'Tanglefoot' or 'Fursty Ferret'.
Tanglefoots all round, taken to the outdoor table to make the most of the good weather before the sun slipped below the rooftops.

Our next destination was only a short 5-minute walk away...oh, hang on...it was a 15-minute walk away due to Chairman John leading us in the wrong direction.😲

The Victoria (10A Strathearn Place, Paddington, W2 2NH)
As if the two Grade II listed Heritage pubs earlier in the day weren't enough for us, here's a third, this one featuring a stunning interior.
It retains Victorian fittings inside, including ornate wooden bar back and some fantastic globe lights...

We picked the Sambrook's 'Blindside'.
Doh...rugby- themed beer, but it was something a little different from te more frequently found alternatives of London Pride, ESB or Hophead. 

Just as it was getting dark and I was beginning to flag and think about my bus home, we ambled into our final pub of the day.

The Bear (27 Spring Street, Paddington, W2 1JA)
This was another revisit for me, although it turns out to be cheaper when not accompanied by Mrs PropUptheBar ordering 10% sours.
The Bear is part of the The Craft Beer Co chain which started back in 2009 with the opening of the CASK Pub and Kitchen in Pimlico.  An apt place to finish, then, being as CASK was where we began our 2025 ramble.
They added The Bear to their list of locations in 2022, the site having previously been a wine bar and originally a bank.
We stuck with the cask this time, not even venturing a look at the wide range of keg lines.  My last beer of the day was from Chelmsford brewery, a Radio City Beer Works 'Antenna' 4.5% West Coast IPA.  Very good it was, too.

Thanks to the folks who put in the hard work to arrange these rambles, picking the pubs and devising the routes.
A great day out - looking forward to wherever 2027 takes us.