"Upon opening the door to this Shoreditch pub, you’re greeted with a perfect post-work scene: a rotisserie with bronzed, slowly rotating chickens, happy pint-drinkers dipping into a majestic silver urn overflowing with packets of Taytos, and gravy-soaked baguettes finding their perfect carb sidekick in chicken fat-sponsored potatoes. At The Knave Of Clubs, it’s all about convivial fun—tables filled with work mates and couples tucked away in a nook, splitting toasties and Gs." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna