Look, London has thousands of pubs. But the Red Lion & Sun is special. It’s not trying to be cool. It just is cool, in that effortless, “I’ve been here since the Tudors” way. It’s the pub you take your out-of-town friends to, the one you go to after a bad day, the one where you celebrate a good one.
So do yourself a favor. Go on a rainy Tuesday when the fire is crackling and the streetlights are glowing. Order a pint of something dark. Sit by the window. Watch the world go by. You’ll feel like you’ve stepped into a painting—one where the beer is cold and the laughter is loud.
And if you see a ghost? Buy it a drink. It’s been waiting a while.
