A gastropub in the West Village with proper pub grub and proper British raucous pub vibes on the weekend. Okay, we’re homesick, but just try their Scotch eggs and who wouldn’t be?

Comfort food at its best (actually Irish influenced – hint is in the Guinness), the dishes have come from Joaquin Baca of Momofuku fame, which explains why their pulled pork sliders are quite so superior. Their purveyors read like a who’s who of independent local producers such as Blue Ribbon Bakery and Bob McClure pickles. Drinks are just as good – the Spicy Margarita has all the right kicks – and the wine list is short and sweet.
Just like the food, the vibe is dressed-up pub, with lots of wood, cosy booths, communal tables, bare brick and bare bulbs. It has an olde worlde vibe, or maybe that was just after a few calvados-spiked hot apple ciders. They serve food late (2am), and the music gets rocky and loud come weekends. It’s been around for ages and it’s still great.