If you’re wondering what your mates are doing on a Thursday evening, there’s a decent chance they’re at The Shaston Arms. Not literally, of course, but it would certainly seem that way - on our visit, the newly-revived Ganton Street pub has half of Soho huddled in its orbit, gulping pints on the curb and elbowing their way to the bar.
It’s a perfectly formed British boozer - as if plucked straight out of a toy town - painted in telephone box red, emblazoned with cursive signage, and decorated with hanging plants. Weaving our way through the dark, warren-like drinking den, we emerge into the light-filled dining area, a cosy six tables strong.
For all its quintessentially British looks, the kitchen tells a different story. The menu reads like a posh picky tea thrown together by a chef fresh off a backpacking trip: goat’s cheese borek sits alongside tandoori monkfish and pork pie with mustard - plus a specials board of steaks, if you want something heartier.
We find our feet with a sardine and smoked cod’s roe fritter, which is an absolute corker of a bite - order one and you’ll want five more. Less impressive are the oddly delicate onion rings, which are peculiarly topped with beef strips and overpowered by a punchy mix of pickles and capers. Never mind, though: the piri piri skewer is a succulent stack of tender rib cap soaked in silky prawn sauce, enriched with langoustine head and a gentle pop of chilli - you’ll want a side of bread for mopping duties.
A squid and merguez bun-cum-burger is the ultimate pub snack, stuffed with North African merguez - a kofte-style sausage - crispy squid, diced onions, jalapenos, and a flawless burger sauce that brings it all together. For a quick bite and bang for your buck, this is the thing to order.
We continue dancing between dishes - a bite of peach and Asiago salad here, a mouthful of stuffed vine leaves there - with some more memorable than others. Could the menu be chopped in half to focus on the plates that really work? Absolutely. Would it make it less fun? Probably.
Call it glorified ‘girl dinner’, call it pint-soaking snacks; either way, The Shaston Arms is an infectious Soho spot delivering wide-ranging, easy-going fare, with some moments of real excellence - and we can’t blame Londoners for wanting to keep its pavement warm.