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Six Hundred Years, Five Pubs, One Mile

An afternoon walk through the oldest drinking rooms in London
One has been pouring beer on the same spot since 1430. Another was built by a bishop in 1546 and is hidden down an alley so well that people walk past it for years. A third opened in 1602, watched the Great Fire take most of the city in 1666, and is still open on a Tuesday.
We're walking between them on a Saturday
afternoon.
Ten minutes between stops, a tube station near every single one, and not a television in the lot.

The route, in the order we walk it
The Princess Louise, High Holborn. Built 1891.

The finest surviving Victorian pub interior in London, and we are starting with it because there is no sensible argument for saving it. The bar is carved up by etched glass and dark carved wood into a series of separate stalls, each one a small private room with its own bit of counter. It looks like a set of extremely ornate confessionals that happen to serve beer.
Those partitions were ripped out of almost every pub in Britain during the twentieth century in the name of openness. These ones were put back.

Cittie of Yorke, High Holborn.

A pub here since 1430. Six minutes east. The current building is a 1920s reconstruction, so it is technically an ancient pub doing an impression of a slightly less ancient pub, which is somehow more medieval rather than less.
The back bar is a soaring great hall with a trussed roof, Gothic windows, an iron stove of genuinely alarming size, and a row of wooden cubicles down one side. It looks like the dining hall of a minor Oxford college that has given up on scholarship entirely. Closed Sundays.

Ye Olde Mitre, Ely Court. Founded 1546.

Built by the Bishop of Ely for the staff of his palace next door, and hidden down a passage off Hatton Garden that looks exactly like a service entrance for a jeweller. It is regularly described as the hardest pub in London to find. If you are standing in an alley wondering whether you have made a mistake, you are about ten feet from the door.
Inside: tiny panelled rooms, a proper snug, no music, and the preserved trunk of a cherry tree in the corner that supposedly marked a boundary and around which Elizabeth I supposedly danced with Sir Christopher Hatton. There is no evidence for any of this, which is precisely why everyone keeps saying it.
Ely Place itself was governed separately from London for centuries and is still a private street with beadles at the entrance and barriers across the road. The story you will hear is that London police cannot enter without permission. This is a myth. Enjoy telling it anyway.

The Seven Stars, Carey Street. Built 1602.

Older than the Great Fire, and one of the buildings that came through it. It sits directly behind the Royal Courts of Justice and is consequently full of barristers being barristers at each other.
It is small, eccentric and slightly chaotic. There is a pub cat. The cat outranks everyone. Children are politely not admitted, which tells you all you need to know about the intended atmosphere.

Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese, Fleet Street. Rebuilt 1667.

The Great Fire went through in 1666. This went back up the following year, and the interior has been left alone for the best part of four centuries since. It is a warren of low, dark, wood-panelled rooms across several floors, with cellars underneath belonging to a medieval monastery that stood on the site before any of it.
Dickens drank here. Mark Twain drank here. You will drink here and then hit your head on a beam, joining a tradition roughly three hundred and fifty years deep.

The practical bit

Date: Saturday 3rd October. A Saturday, deliberately.
Why Saturday: the City empties out at weekends, so we get seats rather than standing in a stranger's armpit. Sunday is impossible, because two of these are shut.

Meet: 2:00pm at The Princess Louise, 208 High Holborn. Nearest tube Holborn.

Cost: free to turn up. The pubs take a different view.

Leaving early is built into this
Three pubs is a complete afternoon. Five is a decision you are making about yourself and we accept no responsibility for it.

Do the Princess Louise, the Cittie of Yorke and Ye Olde Mitre, go home at four, and you have seen 1891, 1430 and 1546 in the space of three hours.
That is a full and proper day out. Nobody is keeping a register and there is no medal for the other three.

We say this because pub crawls carry a social pull that walks do not. Walking away from a walk is just walking. Leaving a pub means standing up in front of everybody and announcing it. So do not announce anything. Just go, and text the group chat from the tube if you feel like it.
Joining late is equally fine.

Other notes

Food. The Cheshire Cheese and the Blackfriar do proper meals. The first two do decent pub food at prices that will surprise you pleasantly. The Mitre is more of a crisps situation.

Accessibility. These buildings are between one hundred and four hundred years old and it shows. Narrow doors, steps, awkward staircases to the loos. The Blackfriar and the Princess Louise are the most manageable.

Noise. All six get louder as the afternoon goes on. The snugs and compartments help enormously. The first two hours are noticeably calmer.
Not drinking? Entirely normal and nobody will comment. Several have good soft options, and the Cheshire Cheese and the Blackfriar do coffee.

The bit we always say

This is a community event. It exists so that neurodivergent people can spend an afternoon somewhere they don't have to explain themselves, mask, or perform being normal.
That's the whole purpose.

It is not a dating event. It is not a pulling event. It is not a networking event either, so please don't hand anybody a business card.
If something develops naturally between two adults over time, that's life and none of our business.

What doesn't work is treating the room as a dating pool, or as an audience.
Read the room. If a conversation is winding down, let it wind down.
Nobody here owes anyone their attention, their number, or an explanation for leaving. That applies to everyone equally, including the person running it.

If someone makes you uncomfortable, find one of us and say so. You don't have to justify it, you don't have to be certain, and nothing further happens without your say-so. Anyone making other people uncomfortable will be asked to leave, and there won't be a debate about it.
That's it. Go and enjoy six hundred years of pubs.

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