The White Horse

Welcoming Pub with Exceptional Staff Service

Stepping into the White Horse Public House in Soho feels akin to discovering an old love letter tucked away in the depths of a dusty shelf—charmingly nostalgic yet wonderfully heartening. This Samuel Smiths pub, and its dedication to all things archetypically British, transports you with its tapestry-adorned walls and a carpet rich in layers, reminiscent of the stories it’s witnessed over decades. Kerry, often mentioned in hushed tones of reverence by patrons, orchestrates the bar with an affable command. Her congeniality is matched by the music of glasses clinking and laughter so genuine, it seems almost curated for effect. If you have the fortune to ascend to the upstairs dining room, be sure to ask Callum for recommendations, his knack for suggesting delectable dishes deserves a round of applause.

Despite the odd mix-up and wont of enthusiasm from members of staff barely discernible behind a worn veneer, this establishment holds its own in the ever-buzzing corridors of central London. Tasting their array of tantalising beers—a veneration deeply deserved for their taddy lager—is reason enough to squeeze this gem into your itinerary. For those yearning for simplicity, the menu delivers traditional fare that mirrors homemade comfort, steadfast in its necessity without the spectacle. Sure, you might flinch at the London prices or grumble at the WiFi restrictions, but that’s all forgiven as you sip a velvety stout by a crackling open fire. The White Horse wears the eccentric nuances of its lineage with pride, offering solace through jovial camaraderie amidst Soho’s whirlwind. — Clarissa Cuisinier