The White Hart

Walk into the White Hart and you'll find yourself in proper local territory—the kind of place where the bar staff know regular names and the crowd's genuinely mixed. Palmer Row's tucked away enough that it doesn't get swamped with passing trade, which means the vibe stays comfortable and unfussy. You're here for honest pints, decent food that doesn't pretend to be something it's not, and the sort of conversation that doesn't need forcing. It's the pub you'd actually want to sit in on a Tuesday afternoon, not the one you're dragged to on a stag do.