Hemingway, The

The Hemingway

Whatever you think of Ernest Hemingway’s oeuvre, you have to admit this is a pretty impressive boozer. Leather sofas, high ceiling, stuffed animals: Ernie (as pals called him) would have been right at home. He might have liked the beer, too, even if the cask ale is a bit on the conservative (for which, read dull) side and prices are high: luckily there’s Brooklyn, Cooper’s and Sierra Nevada in the fridge with Meantime Wheat and – best of all – Konig Pilsener on the bar.