Despite the continental bar furniture placed ambitiously outside in the unlikely event that any streaks of sunlight should deign to invade this dark locality, the Dickens is as English as they come.
This is yet another SE1 pub with terrific beer: regulars crowded around the dark wood bar may get to choose from the unusual likes of Goffs Tournament, Nethergate Suffolk County Best, Adnams Extra and Mighty Oak’s Oscar Wilde Mild. Further inspection of the interior reveals a wonderful collection of caricatures from the novels of the man himself: look carefully and you might spy the two Wellers and Mr Micawber, for instance, each with a relevant quotation.
The menu includes gammon steak with eggs, pineapple and chips, which should give you an idea as to the other available choices.
|Venue name:||Charles Dickens||Contact:|
160 Union Street
|Opening hours:||Open noon-11pm Mon-Fri; noon-8pm Sat; noon-6pm Sun. Food served noon-3pm, 6-8.30pm Mon-Fri; 2-8pm Sat; noon-6pm Sun|
|Transport:||Tube: Southwark tube|
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What a super nice pub! After visiting the Tate Moder (5min walking), we spend the evening at The Charles Dickens, had a superbe meal and a couple of fine ales. Just Perfect!
This is what just happened. I tried to go for a roast in that little boozer at the end of my street, the Charles Dickens. I walk in on my own with a book, sit down, and order a lamb roast, and a coke. Right off the bat, the waiter is super bad attitude, not listening, staring into space. The Coke comes first- and its weirdly mixed pump coke in a dirty glass, with no ice. It's very warm. So I ask for ice and he says "Don't do ice, machines broke" (quote) So I have to have this crap drink. I keep cool and sip a little. Then the food comes. I see half a plate of tinned peas. Three tiny wafers of dark grey lamb cooked until its like shoe leather, TWO white half-raw roast potatoes with no crunch (rock hard in the middle), NO yorkshire... and the whole thing has about a pint of scalding runny Bisto poured over it- BEEF flavoured with lumps of undissolved Bisto in. Somebody has beefed my lamb. I'm so hungry, and late to meet friends, so I make a rash decision and decide to just try to eat it, though the red mist is rising. But first, I ask if they have mint sauce. If I can plaster this disaster with mint sauce, it may just choke down. The waiter replies "What??!" I say "Mint sauce. Sauce, made with mint. For lamb." He shakes his head, looking at me like I'd asked for a side order of caviar. WHATS MINT SAUCE?? I then rise to the challenge- "Do you have yorkshire puddings? " He glowers and points at the DESERT menu. I press on: "NO. YORKSHIRE PUDDING. Y-O-R-K-S-H-I-R-E PUDDING." And he goes to 'talk to the chef'. About one minute later he comes back with one yorkshire pudding on a saucer, a tiny Aunt Bessies supermarket blob. . I put it on my plate, cut a bit off- AND ITS ICE COLD FROZEN. At this point I burst into hysterical laughter and walked out. What kind of maniac takes a yorkshire pudding out of the freezer, and gives it to someone to eat? Was this meal some sort of joke? This was the single worst meal I've ever been served in my life. Full stop. I'll drink in the Dickens, they have some good beers- but the food there has catastrophically declined, this dump without a doubt serves the worst pub food in London.