Operating as a pub on the same site under the same name since the 1720s, the Lamb in Bloomsbury’s Lamb’s Conduit Street (both named after the local philanthropist William Lambe) certainly counts as Old London. Although it has been thoroughly restored, that was done in Victorian times, and it remains in a state of Victorian splendour, with some more recent sensitive restoration. A listed building, it has a distinguished history (and was also the first London pub that I went into, many years ago). Charles Dickens, perhaps inevitably, might well have had a drink here, and Ted Hughes and Sylvia Plath certainly did.
They are proud of their cask ales, but also do a nice selection of spritzes. There is a limited food selection, which respects seasonality more than most pub menus; you will enjoy the wild mushroom gnocchi.
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