Walking into The Duke of Argyll is like stepping back a century or so. One cannot fail to fall for the charm of this very old pub.
Myself and my partner tend to come here for a lunch when in London. The calming mood of the restaurant area is a welcome tonic to the hustle and bustle of the adjoining streets.
The steak pies, of which we enjoyed one each, sated our stomachs. The ale in the pie nodded a gesture of presenteeism but did not truly announce its position amongst an otherwise pleasing taste expedition.
Tender stem broccoli was plentiful and was not adverse to mopping up the thick gravy with the partnered mash potatoes.
Our bartender was discreet and humble, our experience, most satisfying.
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