Art Galleries · Clerkenwell
"The Eagle in Farringdon doesn’t offer a set menu, but it does offer some of London’s finest pub food at a very good price. The Mediterranean menu changes daily, but come for things like clam chowder or a whole grilled fish, plus a dessert, and still get change from £30. If you’re looking for a one-dish wonder, then their beastly Portuguese bifana steak sandwich is the thing to get." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"For a pub named after a giant predatory bird, this old-school Farringdon joint is actually pretty laid-back. It’s got a simple dining room with lots of mismatched wooden chairs—but don’t let the casual feel fool you. This place serves some truly excellent classic Mediterranean dishes, and whether you come for lunch or dinner, you need to get involved in their bifana. The steak sandwich is basically a whole meal between bread. Be warned, this place is popular and for larger table bookings (between five and 10 people) you’ll have to give them a call." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna
"Some days you want it all. You want a decent pint. You want amazing food. And you want this all while wearing your favourite tracksuit. You can live out this fantasy in The Eagle. It’s an old-school pub so come here with the people who know your darkest secrets, grab a proper drink at the bar, and then when there’s a table open, order some comforting Spanish-leaning food. If it’s on the menu (which changes daily—check their Instagram or website), definitely get the steak sandwich. " - sinead cranna, jake missing
"Because you lost the dog. You’re in the pub, meeting your sister’s dog for the first time. The surrogate child. It is adored. You wonder how your future niece or nephew will take to being second best, especially to something that rolls about it in its own filth. You suspect babies also do this. You suspect you did this. “WHERE’S THE DOG?!”. You were meant to be watching it. You were thinking about poo. “YOU IDIOT!!!”. You look around but the fourth pint has entered your blood stream. “It’s probably just outside” you say. Your sister sprints outside. You drop the menu on the floor. The dog is in the corner, under the table. It’s chewing its own foot. You gain some composure. You’re on Exmouth Market. The Eagle is two minutes away. It has THAT steak sandwich. You make the call. Make up meal:A bottle of wine, three steak sandwiches" - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing
"You know those perfect pubs where you go for lunch and everything’s just great and you’re like why can’t this just be lunch every day? The Eagle is that pub. Honestly. They’ll only hold you a table if you’re early and ask very nicely, so your best bet is to just turn up. Everyone else is usually pretty happy to shimmy up a bit and share their table. Either way, order off the blackboard next to the open kitchen. Get the steak sandwich: it’s huge. Actually, just get everything. You’re not going back to the office any time soon." - oliver feldman, jo harris cooksley, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing