The Duke of York

Cozy Victorian Pub with Exquisite Service

As one ambles into The Duke of York near Victoria Station, it's almost as if time takes a moment to nod at a passing era — an atmospheric ode to traditional British pubs with its dark wood paneling and graceful etched glass. Walking up the carpeted staircase, you could easily imagine yourself in a smoky post-war novel or quietly tucked away amid the library-like alcoves that curve around room corners. A tipple of organic lager from Samuel Smith’s brewery starts things off on a splendid note — sharp but smooth, just like a glass of London nostalgia delivered from the draught.

Let us not mince our delights; breaded highlights include the fish and chips, eyebrows duly raised at the golden crust concealing shockingly fresh fish like a dreamy spectre from seaside cliffs. Special praise goes to the staff — warm-hearted, with a knack for timing both comedic and comforting, ensuring the ambience reads perfectly between genteel dining and rambunctious revelry. Marey upstairs and Brentley down; joyful and commercial, respectively. Little wonder patrons drift in for an afternoon pint, linger even longer for the storytelling deftly embedded in the menu. Was every dish Michelin-worthy? Nay, this remains pauper fare fit for gossip, errantry, and endeavour, where the memories may outnumber peas on a plate.

In sum, this pub whisks away ennui effectively enough, straddling that fine line between history-laden haunts and lively modern charms, ideal for those keeping a steady lookout for something quintessentially British to bookmark their sojourns. — Milo Tastemaker