The Hunter's Moon

Exquisite Sunday Roasts, Unmatched London Experience

Upon entering The Hunter's Moon, nestled snugly in the heart of London, you're greeted with a sanctuary where rustic charm and modern finesse converge. This gastropub hums with an affable buzz, its patrons enveloped by the warmth of exposed beams and glowing Aga cookers that whisper tales of countryside retreats. Sunday afternoons here aren’t just lunches; they're reassuring nods to tradition, epitomized by their formidable six-inch Yorkshire puddings—pillows of golden delight that cradle the finest cuts of roast beef and pork belly, each tender bite harmoniously balanced with fresh seasonal vegetables.

From the first sip of a polished Mendoza Malbec to the innovative tang of a Great British Hugo cocktail, the drinks menu excels, guiding guests through liquid landscapes both familiar and exotic. Service, while occasionally stuttering under the pressure of busyness, most often radiates warmth and enthusiasm, leaving diners assured and tended to by knowledgeable staff like James and Andrea. While consistency in service has room for refinement and certain kitchens may lean traditionalist in restraint on staples like burgers, The Hunter's Moon offers more than a meal—it’s a genial invitation to drift effortlessly between the comforts of heritage and the thrill of culinary discovery. — Audrey Al Dente