The Lamb

You'll walk past the frosted glass windows and step into what feels like someone's carefully preserved memory of a proper London pub. Lamb's Conduit Street in Bloomsbury has gentrified around it, but The Lamb hasn't budged—there's dark wood everywhere, intimate snugs with frosted glass partitions, and a crowd that ranges from academics popping in between the British Museum and their offices to people who've been coming here for decades. The real ales rotate properly, the pints are poured with respect, and the food is straightforward enough that it doesn't pretend to be anything other than pub fare done well.