If you haven’t had enough of brick cellars by now then visit London, a bar whose only discernible link to the English capital is the sneaking smell of rising damp. The locals absolutely love this place, and you’ll find a crowd of all ages crammed around the bar, possibly distancing themselves from the amateur dart players missing their target. Things are quieter in the back, where you’ll find a narrow room fitted with wooden seats, television and… that’s it.