Dan Stubbs

July 2026: If you’ve had the pleasure of strolling down Exmouth Market recently, you’ll know the historic Clerkenwell strip is the buzziest pedestrianised street in London, full of al-fresco fun, convivial pintspeople and sidewalk tapas as far as the eye can see. Which is pretty much all down to the new Number 1 in our list of the best bars in London. Congratulations are due to Cafe Kick, the breezy Euro-chic sports bar about to celebrate 30 years of tricking your brain into thinking you’re on holiday. The rest of our Top 50 features bars old and new, posh and divey, and cheap and pricey, but all of them with great drinks and an unparalleled vibe. Fancy a drink? You’ve come to the right place. This is Time Out’s list of best bars in London, our curated guide to London’s drinking scene, which features the greatest bars in the capital right now. These are the places we’d recommend to a friend, because we love drinking in them and have done many times over. From classy cocktail counters to delightful dives, sleek hotel bars, rooftop bars and places to sip wine, London’s got them all. You’ll find historic drinking holes here as well as brand new openings. But what makes a truly good bar? Our critieria is simple; a menu of great drinks is important, but so is the overall energy of the place – there’s no point having the perfect paloma if you have to drink it in a bar that smells of bin juice. To make it into our Top 50, a bar has to be fun, friendly, convivial and inclusive, as we

There are two types of hostelries that open under the name of a long-forgotten business uncovered as-was on a beautiful, beaten-up shop sign during renovations. One crafts a vision based on the found history. The other thinks: ‘yeah, that'll do’. Endeavour is the latter.  Brilliant and weird Inside, it's a Manhattan/Barcelona-style bar - dark, long and unfussy, like two shipping containers arranged end to end. It has high tables at the back and window seats should you wish to gaze on four lanes of Deptford Broadway traffic. Better people watching is found inside. Is that The Cramps over there? Was that Neil Young wearing a wizard’s hat?  Simplicity is everything here. The bar is limited and unfussy - Staropramen at five quid a pint is the thing. There are three individual toilets, each plastered wall and ceiling with graffiti, and no toilet seats to be found. Downstairs from the main bar is a basement performance space, painted scarlet red and smelling mustier than a forgotten gym bag. I found a band playing grebo rock at tinnitus-inducing levels to half a dozen people on a weeknight. The same space is used for weekly comedy night Laugh Bath, which showcases up-and-coming comedians as well as new work by established comics. Other events include a psych night called Can You Dig It, which feels appropriate. Perhaps that name Endeavour isn't accidental after all, because this is a place that just keeps doing its thing - and its thing is brilliant and weird.  Order this A beer.

Every week, Deptford has a beloved (if chaotic) market in which the pavements are strewn with all manner of used goods, clothes, tat, records and - oddly - more wellies than you’ve ever seen, stacked like a rubber mountain. The diviest of dive bars At first glance, Big John’s Biltong Bar, on the High Street, looks like the place where the leftovers are swept. The diviest of dive bars, it appears to have collapsed into place or, perhaps, been excavated. The name of the bar is drawn onto the glass with a paint pen, the letters half-heartedly coloured in red.  But heart is what this place has in spades, whether it’s being among customers loudly singing along to a song you don’t recognise, the feeling of immediately being welcome or chatting to New Zealand native Big John himself, who might tell you about playing an Orc in the Lord Of The Rings movies if you’re lucky. The Kiwi’s concept for the bar - beer, cured meat, tat - can’t really be knocked, even if it is culturally confusing. As it was described to me - New Zealand man, Australian meat, South African biltong. Simple? Maybe. Delicious? Absolutely. The meat, served simply on paper trays at the bar, is the work of a real artisan.  Big John’s Biltong Bar is arguably the place that kickstarted the arty, grungy, independent revolution happening in Deptford right now. And in the long term, you can bet on it being the most resistant to change. Let’s hope so. Order this  All of the meats, cured and cooked. Speak to the gaffer abo