Tucked away from nearby Brick Lane, this pub is the sort of drinking hole that true east Londoners will call home – the sort of place you’d only know about if you knew about it. The Owl and the Pussycat on Redchurch Street is an oldie but a goodie. The long-slung jeans and velvet hat wearing crowds that descend on it every Friday and Saturday night seem to agree with us, too.
Battered leather chairs, frosted mirrors and weather-beaten tables give the impression of an old man’s boozer, but the crowd is anything but – the coolest of the cool frequent here (and that makes us very un-cool saying that).
Like any good pub, this boozer does a bang-up Sunday roast but it’s the new Big Apple hot dogs we’re excited about. Those feeling brave should go for The Huge Pole, “eight inches of magnificent pork and beef”, but the slightly more virtuous options sound just as good.
Best Bars tip: Get there early and delegate someone to get the first round in. This place fills up bloody fast, so head to the back where there is a covered outdoor area and nab a table.
— Millie Milliken, @milliemilliken