Jacob K
Google
We went to Dirty Dick’s mainly for the experience and ended up being genuinely pleased. The first impression can be intimidating, especially for women in the group: very loud, heavy, City-of-London, male-dominated energy. That first wave passes quickly though. After a moment it became clear that roughly 10–20% of the crowd were women and the vibe was more social than aggressive. The bartenders were refreshingly down to earth, including two women behind the bar, which immediately helped ground the place.
The pub sits right by Liverpool Street and you feel that immediately - huge footfall, lots of groups meeting after work, very much a City institution rather than a destination bar. The interior leans hard into old London: dark wood everywhere, Georgian-style details, worn surfaces that feel earned rather than themed. There’s a real sense of age to it, which fits the pub’s long history and its slightly infamous name, rooted in an 18th-century local legend.
I asked for something local expecting a proposition but I was simply poured a beer without explanation, which somehow felt exactly right for this place. It turned out to be Hawkstone Lager - clean, lightly malty, crisp, and more interesting than expected for such a high-traffic City pub. Others in the group ordered Hells lager and a glass of white wine, all perfectly serviceable and well suited to the no-nonsense approach here.
It’s loud and carries a very real, centuries-old smell — a bit like being below deck on a pirate ship. There’s also a strong western saloon vibe, where you half-expect things could go south fast, yet nothing actually happens. People are just having fun. Mostly groups, usually men, largely 30+, drifting into 40s and 50s. It feels communal rather than hostile.
There’s a dining room upstairs and additional spaces below but upstairs especially gives the sense of a proper, layered London pub rather than a modern concept venue. Overall, it was far more pleasant than we initially expected and delivered exactly what it promises: a loud, historic, unapologetically old-school London pub experience that still feels alive rather than preserved.