A proper drinking den since 1547, Ye Olde Mitre comes gloriously decked out with dark wood panelling, and has more than its share of ancient pubby virtues – not to mention local tales. It’s said that Good Queen Bess once danced around the cherry tree that now forms part of the wall of the front bar, and it’s easy to imagine Dickensian villains lurking amid its nooks and crannies as the swirling mists of a pea souper clog the narrow alley outside. Fuller’s Discovery and London Pride are fixtures on the pumps, although real-ale buffs can also expect regular visits from the likes of Titanic Anchor, Grafton Ironman and Lincoln Spring Green. Food is an afterthought (cheese toasties, pork pies, pickled eggs) – there aren’t many pubs where you’ll see sausages advertised at 85p these days.