Bricklayer's Arms

Bars and pubs, Pubs Putney
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This much-loved Putney institution pulls off a neat trick: it's both a mecca for mutton-chopped ale connoisseurs and a friendly, unassuming local boozer. Tucked away on a quiet side street, not far from the Thames, the Brickie is rightly famous for its stonking, ever-changing selection of British real ales. Ask to sample a drop before taking the plunge – the friendly bar staff will help.

This is a pub that changes with the seasons. When the nights draw in, it’s the cosy atmosphere – the gentle lighting, the roaring fire, the comforting hubbub from the regulars propping up the bar – that entices. While on long summer days, the beer garden beckons: soak up some rays and some delicious English cider, and when you’re done with the sun, retire inside for a game of bar skittles – and, of course, one for the road.

By: Mike Curle


Venue name: Bricklayer's Arms
Address: 32 Waterman Street
SW15 1DD
Opening hours: Open noon-11pm Mon-Sat; noon-10.30pm Sun
Transport: Tube: Putney Bridge tube or Putney rail
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After reading the good reviews here I have to say I was rather disappointed when visiting this, apparently one of the 100 best pubs in London. I made the journey after work from central London on a cold, wet, evening, which took me an hour to get to Putney Bridge. I was particularly looking forward to ‘the roaring fire’. As I entered, there were just a handful of people in attendance and I felt like the stranger who’d just ridden in from out of town, gently pushing open the saloon doors. There was indeed a fire near the door, but not really ‘roaring’ and not generating much warmth. I must have gone on a bad night, because despite there being a fair number of pump handles along the bar, I was informed only two ales were available. I ordered my pint and took a seat next to the fire - a bench in fact, which nearly upended when I sat on it, being broken at one end. I quickly stood up and shifted down to the other end. I was hoping no one else would come along and take my original place, as they’d have ended up on the floor when I got up. I was right alongside the fire (two other people were sitting directly in front of it) but felt virtually no warmth and kept my overcoat buttoned up whilst supping my pint. More people eventually came in, I guessed locals, and the stares across the bar became more obvious. My original plan was to spend the evening there. In the end, I decided I would finish my one and only pint, pop to the loo, and then make my way back to the station. In the loo, the door was so out of kilter it wouldn’t close and the light fitting hung out by its wires from the ceiling above. Kind of summed it all up. It just sadly didn’t do it for me I’m afraid. A long journey for very little reward.

Best "proper" pub in London (possibly) friendly and welcoming with a fantastic selection of real ales