The Coal Hole

£8 - £20 / British, Vegetarian options

91-92 Strand, London

Opening hours

11AM-11PM

Sunday 11AM-11PM
Monday 11AM-11PM
Tuesday 11AM-11PM
Wednesday 11AM-11:30PM
Thursday 11AM-11:30PM
Friday 11AM-12AM
Saturday 11AM-12AM

Charming Pub with Authentic Atmosphere Delights!

As I strolled down the windswept stretch of the Strand, flanked by timeless theatres whispering tales to passerby, I made my way with anticipatory reverence to The Coal Hole—a cornerstone of classic London pub culture that's somehow remained resistant to the tourist-tinged inflation enveloping Covent Garden. This adorable brasserie, with its dark wood ambiance and unparalleled British charm, promises something akin to a Dickensian jaunt through old England without any shade afforded by a miser's humbug. Here lies the curiosity-woven synergy between imperial ales, battered haddock, and a parade of shepherd’s pies that delight in clinging to your ribs as unapologetically as the sometimes chaotic service clings to its history.

Upon entry, one is duly greeted by the musical stylings of live performers or, on less symphonic nights, the joyous symphony of laughter weaving through the snug bar area. Staff members like Valeria and the charming Sophia dart between tables while brandishing spot-on pub recommendations—quite prosaically the fish and chips, no surprise there—like nimble minstrels orchestrating the age-old spirit of hospitality amidst the character-driven melee. Not hungry for soup, served in teacup-like portions more whimsical than filling? Avoid it; trust the waiter, grab a pint instead, perhaps animated by stories of its clandestine Victorian patrons indulging in unlawfully nipped whiskies. Despite faltering points of order and the occasional too-chilled ale on busier nights profusely melded into delayed pies, The Coal Hole functions as an archetype: the heart of London put upon your palate, price of admission not at all unsubstantial but suffused with genuine English authenticity—a cheerful boon to any evening in Central London's gallant embrace. — Penelope Savory