Of course the beer matters. And they nail it. The Mug House is a Fuller’s pub, so you’re getting proper ales like London Pride and ESB, kept in top condition. But my secret weapon? The Thatcher’s Gold cider. It’s dry, crisp, and hits your throat like a polite but firm handshake. They also do a cracking pork pie—if you want to soak up the history with a bit of pastry. (Pro tip: grab it with a pickled egg. You’re a Londoner now.)
And yes, the bartenders have that special London edge: friendly enough to serve you a pint with a smile, but vague enough to not ask where you’re from. It’s a beautiful, transactional relationship.
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The ghost you’ll probably meet (spiritually, at least)
Every old London pub claims a ghost, and The Mug House is no different. Legend says a Roman soldier paces the upstairs rooms because—get this—the pub is built on the site of a Roman fort. I didn’t see him, but I did spill half my cider when a draft knocked a frame off the wall. Was it a ghost? Or just the wonky building settling? You decide. (Honestly, it’s probably the guy next to you bumping the table. Those elbows, I tell you.)
