‘It says it’s a pub, but it’s as far removed from Wetherspoons as it’s possible to be’
What even is a pub, anyway? I recently wrote elsewhere about my dislike of the classic, old-geezer, sticky-carpeted boozer, and as a result got lambasted by many old geezers who live in the internet: pleasingly ironic, as the thrust of the piece was “each to their own”. Being the reasonable chap that I mostly am, I determined to celebrate the species, to find one I could write about with unalloyed positivity. Which brings me to The Wigmore, a new “pub” attached to the supremely swish Langham Hotel.
But is it actually a pub? It is, as the definition goes, “an establishment licensed to sell alcoholic beverages including beer (such as ale) and cider”. Its list includes pumps and bottles, its own Wigmore Saison served in tankers, and beers both traditional and arcane. There are also creative cocktails in their own weeny tankards and wines on tap. Basically, all the alcoholic beverages any heart could desire.
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