Because the Queen's Diamond Jubilee could only have seemed like a good idea to a nation as soaked in booze as it is in June rainfalls, erase your memory of the BBC's blithering coverage (meeeow!) at Cock & Bull, a cheekily named bi-level oasis of tipples and true gastro-pubbery, where vintage ephemera (rugby balls, ads for Colman's mustard...) surround the ground floor's lengthy bar & tiny rear dining room, and a communal table and bar cabinet anchor the upstairs' carpeted parlor.

The menu is flush with sarnies (sandwiches) and butties (also sandwiches... that go straight to your ass), including grilled salmon w/ rashers (aka bacon) & curry aioli, and roast leg of lamb on country bread w/ tapenade, beefsteaks, and rocket, not that lamb leg sandwiches are going to make you want to take off anything anytime soon.

Or opt for the Bulldog (essentially a hot dog riff with "too much stuff on it to put on a bun") sporting a grilled banger w/ bubble & squeak; stout-marinated wings slathered in house hot sauce; Scotch eggs on beds of pickled 'shrooms; or Cock a Leeky Soup w/ roasted chicken and drunken prunes, who clearly aren't drying out.

As for that hooch, the beer list's extensive, including two casks that'll frequently rotate brews such as Wandering Star's Mild at Heart, plus chillier pours like Dublin's Porterhouse Oyster Stout, and the ever-popular London Pride, which apparently still exists even after the sobering events of that Jubilee.