This Farringdon bar has the sort of look many pubs invest a lot of time, effort and money into imitating, but the Jerusalem looks the perfect part. The wooden floor is scuffed, paint is peeling all over the shop and the knackered tables are heavy with what looks like centuries-worth of spilled pints.
But although the rooms inside date from the eighteenth century, it has only been a pub since 1990. Maybe it’s because of this that it acknowledges the odd modern trend – poshed-up bar snacks, taxidermy cabinets – and the beer is anything but outdated, with premium-strength IPAs and whisky-accented ale (all of it from St Peter’s Brewery in Suffolk).
If you like what you taste, you can pick up a five-litre mini-keg of the pub’s most popular brews to take home. Seating is extremely limited and you’ll need luck on your side to bag the coveted spot by the open fire, but the side-street setting means you won’t be herded into a roped-off pen when the crowd inevitable breaches the precincts and spreads on to the pavement.
|Venue name:||Jerusalem Tavern||Contact:|
55 Britton Street
|Opening hours:||Open 11am-11pm Mon-Fri. Food served noon-3pm Mon-Fri|
|Transport:||Tube: Farringdon tube/rail|
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Average User Rating
4.3 / 5
- 5 star:11
- 4 star:2
- 3 star:0
- 2 star:0
- 1 star:2
Went in last night and was served by the rudest barmaid I think I've ever encountered. After some time waiting for her to notice me (the bar is approx 6 foot long) she looked at me and said, flat and unsmiling: "Hello." (Not "Hi, what would you like?" not "Are you being served?" just hello and the dead eyes.) So I said: "Hi, can I have a pint of mild please? *delivers pint* "£3.25." (Not "£3.25 please" not "Would you like anything else" just "£3.25". So I proffered a tenner silently (I'd given up by now) and waited for my change. Which was £1.75. "That was a 10 pound note I just gave you." "Sorry, was it?" *opens till, makes great show of lifting tenner out of fiver section, gives me a fiver, says nothing.* Simply appalling rudeness. If anyone from St Peter's is reading this and cares, you need a Mary Gober crash team, pronto. One star for the beer and the price, both of which are great.
Dreadful place...pretentious, faux olde worlde and strangely distant. If it was any more up itself it would require a gynaecologist ....went last night, staff were sullen, arsey and rude, colleague was virtually ignored as she tried to get a drink. Go to The Three Kings instead, better ambience, better staff, better pub.
One of the best pubs in London, lovely beers from St. Peter's, decent grub in cosy surroundings. An absolute gem of a boozer.
I love the beer and have returned quite a few times. Back soon again... Greetings from sunny Florianópolis, Brazil.
Well well well! I knew this place when it was an architects office .....my dad Oliver ( who lived in the converted attic) and his best friend Jonny ( who owned the building) worked there and it was a tiny affair then! Drawings abounded everywhere , typewriters and good old lead pencils! Many a happy time my brother and I spent there in the 80's ......Oliver had the most beautiful and spectacular view across the rooftops of London..... how it takes me back sitting here and how sentimental I now feel.....I see their spirits drifting amongst the ales Jonny and Oliver woud have been happy there !!!