Evictions are typically messy affairs that must be resolved by bailiffs, magistrates, or millions of the television viewing public. Recovering nicely from their own messy affair: the folks behind The Hampshire Hog, now open.
Hitting Hammersmith after a forced "corporate reoccupation" by the landlords of their pioneering Primrose Hill gastro The Engineer, Hog's owners have one-upped their previous joint with a far larger, white-walled, rustic-look space filled out with cracked-leather armchairs and an unpolished bamboo bar that seems taller by a foot after each successive drink. Ease into your over-stuffing with smaller bites like truffled polenta w/ poached egg & Parmesan, confit tuna w/ grilled onions, and ginger dressing/chives atop a freshly cut hunk of raw salmon, healthy enough that you won't have to avoid the scales after avoiding the scales. Main course pub nourishings yield marinated lamb leg grilled w/ mint & yoghurt, an entire savoy cabbage stuffed w/ mozzarella, a red-leg partridge sandwiched by bread sauce & bacon, and veal shank "gremolata", which they promise won't turn you into a homicidal imp if eaten after midnight.
The bar's serving up venerable tipples (Black Velvets, Negronis, an ever-changing "Daily Punch", etc.), plus snackables like chorizo sausage rolls, raw tuna w/ ginger, and Scotched quails' eggs, far less likely to be forcibly evicted from your stomach than their Big Brothers.