Duke of Hammersmith

Unbeatable Brews, Cozy Atmosphere, Stellar Service

Let me take you on a brief trip to what is arguably one of Hammersmith's hidden gems, a BrewDog-owned haunt that boasts charmingly British characteristics with a twist. Upon entering, you're greeted by an enticing hum of hearty discourse shared over finely poured pints—it's the casual pairing of humble hospitality with urban flair. One evening, enchanted by a spontaneous craving for both a classic British meal and a football match, I found myself nestled into this cozy nook just off the city's bustling avenues. The menu, reasonably priced considering the finer points of London inflation, offers choices like the crispiest chicken burgers with fries that somehow refrain from pantry oil suffocation. Delightful! And if your fancy inclines toward hops, this is mecca, showcasing brews from their very hallmark to Locale acts. A note to the self-proclaimed wing connoisseur: deciphering Friday's offerings pair beautifully with top-grade cocktails during their bottomless bonanza—a steal famously celebrated by the bromotional balladeers of west London nightlife.

The charm extends beyond that liquid-cheese smile sported by the bar folk. Service, marked by sunny dispositions worth accolades, brings discreet recognition of fabled British sarcasm without losing touch with authenticity—a cocktail unto itself. In one instance, when pub tradition demanded disturbances, the lad behind the punk-trendy hat managed crises with all the esperance of a veteran barkeeper versed in prose-worthy tips. And though ram-next-door clichés might find their mentions with tales of slow pours or rogue chips flying absent audience symphonies, one can hardly fault Hammersmith's denizen on a balmy English match-day. Whether seeking sweet escape upon availing the happiest of hours, querying worldly music pairings, or simply searching solace within beer garden birthday confetti, you'll revel in tabling fulfillment with vistas of conversations peppered by exaggerated hall-markings some might misconstrue for blooters atop glamour-brought waits. And yes, ‘twas recommended to delight aplenty, even as crimson-on-tap adorned chance festivity unwinds with approbations galore within bounds as enriched and always impersonal space. — Milo Tastemaker