The Edgar Wallace — Restaurant in London

Happened upon this tidy little place during tonight's womble and almost walked past it, glad I didn't.

The Edgar Wallace is named after the journalist/soldier/playwright and has a lovely plaque outside giving a synopsis of his life. Uber charming exterior to this place and then you walk in! Inside is amazing! A gorgeous little quintessential pub. Beermats ALLL over the ceiling, more retro cigarette advertising that I can remember and no frills, comfy, purposeful seating. A friendly smile and polite chat at the bar and a rather nice pint of Guinness had. Serves food (toasted sandwiches served with chips) and it was yummy. Again, no frills. A back Street London pub, a toasted sandwich with chips arrived on a plate. No messing around with daft salad nobody eats or served on a shovel or door frame (which I detest!). The chips were plentiful and yummy, arrived pre-salted so be sure to ask if you don't want it. The sandwich (lots on offer including vegetarian) was thick, freshly toasted and I had black pudding and bacon. Delicious. And well priced at £9. There's no TV with rubbish on (there's not one at all). No jukebox or the latest Prime music mega mix. All bonuses in my eyes (and ears) and from what I saw, appreciated by everyone in there as they enjoyed conversation with friends. LOTS of beers, spirits and wines to choose from and at a reasonable price (£5 for my Guinness) Staff were lovely, polite and welcoming with a cheery hello and a pleasant cheerio. If you're a wombling in the...

Edit: thank you for your response (which they have since removed 😂). Again, I reiterate, all I wanted was water NOT alcohol (and I'd happily pay for the convenience of water, soft drinks, loo) to get away for a bit from all the noise and free flowing drinks. So thank you for providing a safe and friendly environment. Not.

Some of the most appalling service I have ever come across. A friend rushed in here and ordered something, and as I was checking to see if he was OK, I ordered water. At this point I was told in no uncertain terms that they don't hand out free drinks (I'm good to pay for it if they don't want to give tap water) but also made numerous remarks that I should be ashamed, clearly go back to the bar around the corner and go away/out. A customer started this, an old grumpy and clearly angry man and the barmaid went along. As a young, single lady late in the evening I have never seen both a customer in the bar and the barmaid say anything as rude as this. It was the tone, nearly menacing, and generally horrible attitude. I don't ever expect free drinks and I'm happy to pay for them, but I will NEVER return here or waste my money at the Edgar Wallace as they clearly don't want customers. The place was also dead on a Friday evening. That should say it all. Honestly, find a different career. The service industry...

I was visiting London from NS, Canada, and I stayed in the building right next door to the Edgar Wallace the week of September 18th. (above the Devereux)...One evening around 9:30pm, I poked my head in the door just to see if their kitchen was still open. A kind gentleman said it was not but what would I want to eat? They could maybe get me something. It was so kind of him to ask. It turns out he and his wife own the pub. I ended up just sitting with them for a pint and chatting about Nova Scotia and London. I was so glad to have met up with them and always chatted and waved on my way by the rest of the week. It was usually always busy midday and after work! Although I didn’t even catch their names, this is such a great memory for me of London. I spent my last evening having a couple pints and chatting with some of their local regulars. Cheers my friends! You gave me a wonderful, welcoming experience in your...