Duke of Wellington — Restaurant in London

Clueless "service" and truly astonishingly ballsy attitude: One lunchtime, on behalf of my nearby office, I headed down to do a recce of this pub and when waiting at the bar there was an elderly gentleman seemingly waiting to be served. When I was approached by a barman – following bar etiquette and basic manners – I asked if the other customer was being severed (as he was out of the barman’s sightline, I didn’t want to jump the queue). The barman looked annoyed and said “what?”. Pointing to the other customer I asked if he was being served to which the young barman grumpily proceeded to lecture me about how he didn’t ask him and was asking me, complete with aggressive demeaner looking me up and down. I thanked him and instantly left. We won’t be going there! Clearly the barman was not the sharpest knife in the draw and had no idea how pubs work (ironic considering this is a traditional pub) but why is it anyone under the age of 35 these days seems aggressive, clueless and has a general attitude problem (and feels they have to tolerate anyone their parents age?). Where do pubs find these jumped...

This Shepherd Neame corner pub has really grown on me over the years to the point it may actually now be the Belgravia pub I go to most often. It may not be as attractive as the Grenadier or the Star Tavern, as unique and quirky as the Nag's Head, or as smart as the Antelope, but there's something solidly, well, pubby about the place. It attracts a really interesting cross section of clientèle from builders and office workers to Made in Chelsea types (quite literally - I bumped into a member of the cast here once). There's outdoor seating which is an added draw, and the interior, whilst not perhaps a shining example of perfectly preserved Victorian pub decor, is pleasant enough - there's a couple of cosy little booth style tables, and I find I am able to forgive them for...

Excellent little pub, nice choice of drinks, really friendly staff. As a northerner, it felt more like a northern pub than the usual standoffish London pub I've been in over the weekend.

The only complaint I'd give isn't the pubs fault at all, I just happened to be in there when the gobshite John McEnroe was on the TV with his usual arrogant, sanctimonious drivel. I can't and won't blame the pub for that 😂 it's June, so Wimbledon, so that sausage will be all over the TV for a few weeks until Britain remembers it doesn't actually like tennis again.

If you're reading this, John, and you seem the type to Google his own name regularly - you're a bellend.

Tldr - great pub....