One of the more unusual pub names in London, Paradise by way of Kensal Green comes from a poem by GK Chesterton. That poem also makes mention of an 'inn of death', which is appropriate given the venue's fondness for animal heads and taxidermy.
Paradise feels more like a private club than a pub, with many elegant spaces decked out like Georgian drawing rooms. Each area feels very different — a brightly lit front bar, a smart dining area, the relaxed upstairs lounge, and a novel little staircases (which can get a bit bottlenecked at busy times). Throw in regular DJ nights, and this is a pub for every occasion. You could visit numerous times and feel like you've been to several different venues, all of them excellent.
The drinks are geared up for wine and cocktail enthusiasts. We didn't spot any cask ale pumps, more's the pity. Still, a glorious bar in every other respect.
Last updated December 2017.