The Sun In Splendour

You're walking down Portobello Road on a Saturday morning, market stalls spilling onto the pavement, and you duck into The Sun In Splendour for a pint before the chaos gets too much. It's the sort of pub that feels like it's been there forever—because it has—with dark wood, worn leather, and a bar full of locals who know their bitter from their mild. The kitchen takes things seriously without being precious about it; you'll find proper British food that doesn't try too hard. Upstairs there's more seating if you've brought mates, and the sort of atmosphere where you can actually hear each other talk.