"A creaky coaching inn with a courtyard that’s often mobbed, the George is the kind of pub where a toothless man would try and trade his shoes and daughter for your horse, back in the day. Its location down an alley between London Bridge and Borough feels improbable in modern times, but during the Elizabethan era this was a big outdoor performance space. Word is that big Willy Shakespeare may even have enjoyed a pint of 1664 here. Today, it really comes into its own on summer evenings when local office workers and traders join tourists, and anyone else who happens to be in the area, for a massive open-air party fuelled by pints and chips." - Jake Missing
Infatuation - Reviews
