The Harcourt Arms

Walk down Cranham Terrace into Jericho and you'll find the kind of pub that feels like it's been there forever, because it basically has. You're welcomed by warm wood, genuine regulars propping up the bar, and a drinks list that takes itself seriously without being annoying about it. The real ales rotate properly, the ciders are actually good, and they've got that rare thing: staff who actually know their stuff and chat to you like a human rather than a transaction.