My youngest sister, newly 18, likes Lana Del Rey and mojitos and is about to move to Bristol to train as a nurse, though not before she flies off to southern Spain for some sort of all-inclusive holiday. Dear lord. But where to take her in London? A sunny rooftop for cocktails? Scarfes Bar at the Rosewood hotel to educate her as to the importance of a properly made Hemingway daiquiri (the best in town is at Scarfes)?
Don’t be silly. The answer is a classic boozer; somewhere referred to by ironic types as “an old man pub” with a darts board and a diligent selection of refreshing ales.
