The Coach - Clerkenwell

Catherine's Impeccable Event Hosting Shines!

Nestled within the rambunctious embrace of Clerkenwell, The Coach stands as an enigmatic fusion of old-world charm and contemporary zeal. The exterior might echo nostalgic pub sensibilities, framed by cobblestone whispers, but within is a universal clamor of laughter, thoughtful service, and culinary intrigue. Though some patrons grumble of relenting culinary offerings—tales of tough roasts and skimpy confectioneries—there are moments of undeniable brilliance that shadow such grievances. The bustling bar services Brian and Brenda alongside discerning oenophiles, not to mention the brazen idyllic beer garden dripping with communal chatter.

The kitchen, without apology, declares its affection for the roast; expect tender sirloins and uh-oh pork bellies famous for inconsistent love. Parade-house Yorkshire puddings arrive either in clouds or confoundment, bringing a mystique to every meal. Yet underneath mere sustenance, manager Catherine consistently steals the show, her dedication evident in effortless event organization—from family fetes to jovial weddings, she charms chaos into constellations of gold-star reminiscences. Spend your pound wisely, revel at the bar, and for the misstepped meal, lean back and let vibrant ambiance walk you through the letdowns. The Coach isn’t flawless, but—it never claimed to be heaven; just like the best of pubs, it's earnest in its contradictions. — Audrey Al Dente