Prince Arthur

You're walking up Eversholt Street towards King's Cross, past the usual chain chaos, and suddenly there's the Prince Arthur—the sort of pub that makes you think this is what London pubs should actually look like. It's got that lived-in feel, the kind of place where you won't be out of pocket ordering a pint, and the food is straightforward without trying to be clever about it. The real strength here is consistency: reliable ales, a crowd that ranges from local workers to people who've travelled across the city specifically for this spot, and zero pretence whatsoever.