It's a fine feeling to walk into a pub for the first time and be immediately impressed. The Lukin is such an establishment.
Sitting in the shadow of the BT Tower, The Lukin is named after the owner's grandfather, Charles Edward Lukin Beck and it has a pleasant, welcoming feel to it, with a fireplace at each end. The back half of the long pub has a windowed ceiling — worryingly ideal for a spot of well-lit afternoon elbow bending.
There's a fair selection of draft beers and lagers, a solid wine selection and the usual gastropub fare with long words for small ingredients. It's tidily, even sparsely decorated but for one wall of books, bottles and a toy camper van. There's additional dining space upstairs and even a table football...table. Happy memories. We once came last in a ludicrous Christmas hat-making competition in this room, back when the place was an O'Neills.
The pub is closed on Saturdays and Sundays, but is available for private hire at weekends.
We heartily recommend visiting Conway Street to raise a glass to Grandpa Lukin in a toast to his excellent hostelry.
Photos courtesy of Ewan Munro.