Smiths of Smithfield

You walk into Smiths and immediately feel the weight of Smithfield's gritty history. This isn't some sanitised gastropub – it's a working building on a working street, where the meat market lorries still rumble past at dawn. The ground floor is all dark wood and brass, proper old-school pub grit, while upstairs you've got cocktail bars and dining rooms that somehow manage to feel both buzzy and slightly worn-in, like they've seen proper London nights. It's the sort of place where you can nurse a pint at 11am and it feels entirely normal, or dress up for dinner and not look out of place.