On the other side of the Stratford Centre from the ever-expanding transport hub stands a sea-green storefront topped by a hungover image of sleep-around monarch Edward VII. He may have approved of what lies within: even today, this old but sympathetically renovated pub is divided by ornately tiled walls and frosted-glass dividers.
The sunken front bar fills with the banter of workers from the London 2012 site, while the dark-wood saloon bar, the back room and the verdant rear patio hum with the chatter of young professionals.
Catering to the latter means that the pub now lays on pumpkin, carrot and kidney bean curry and couscous, a wine of the week and the reassuring strum of a guitar on open-mic Thursdays.
Regulars can still look forward to a pint of Eddie’s Best – brewed for the pub by Nethergate – or Bombardier, with whiskies such as Laphroaig, Lagavulin and Glenlivet providing a late-night chaser. At the risk of damning it with faint praise, this is easily the best pub in Stratford.