This could be the best pub in the world, instead it’s not even the best in town. Visually it’s a pleasure with around four floors (you lose count) stuffed with vintage clocks and battered books, and a medley of well-worn sofas from which to enjoy them. The entrance comes lined with celebrity ‘we drank here’ photographs, so the owner is clearly a friend of the stars. We’ve loved relaxing in here and can recommend it for the atmosphere, not necessarily for the beer, which can be terribly hit or miss. Which is a shame.