The Princess of Wales
Primrose Hill

DISCLAIMER: This image, like all on the blog, was cribbed from Google. I have not and will not drink Fosters. In actual fact I had a pint of the cleverly named Hoggy's Nightwatchmen; so clever, in fact, that I didn't get the joke until my friend explained it to me. The beer, like the Yorkshireman, is blonde and full bodied. Gosh, that was smart of me!

The Princess of Wales is the Primrose Hill boozer you'll be least likely to catch Rhys Ifans in. To take this assertion to its logical conclusion, it is the pub with the smallest contingent of the kind of rahs you can't help but wish herpes upon every time you pass (just because daddy's rich doesn't mean you have a force field around your dick, fuckwit).

Basically, it's the only pub in Primrose Hill you should bother with. Look in the pubs on the walk from from Chalk Farm and just try and tell me I'm wrong.

Four donks.