The Tiroler Hut

"Nothing unites a room full of people quite like laughter. Sorry, actually, we meant cowbells and wienerschnitzel. Responsible for thousands of hangovers since it opened in 1967, The Tiroler Hut is an Austrian cavern in Notting Hill that’s Oktoberfest every night. If you’re feeling shy, grab a frothy tankard and channel your inner Josef, the elderly owner, musician, and prolific lederhosen muse who could chat up a strudel with ease." - heidi lauth beasley

"This Austrian cavern is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it place, and one of London’s most raucous nights out. The single door on Westbourne Grove is lit by an enticingly sordid red neon sign and two cowbells below it. The goulash is mediocre, but who cares when Josef, the elderly owner in lederhosen, is playing the cowbells like he’s on the Pyramid Stage. Don’t be surprised if someone is crowd surfing by the time the karaoke mic comes out." - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, heidi lauth beasley

"This yodelling, beer boot-pouring, bratwurst-grilling Austrian cavern in Notting Hill has been open since 1967—and is responsible for thousands of paracetamol the following day. The Tiroler Hut’s goulash is mediocre, but who cares when Josef, the elderly owner in lederhosen, is playing the cowbells like he’s on the Pyramid Stage. Come with friends, make more, and pray those sausages line your stomach by the time tomorrow comes." - jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley

"If you really want to get away from the clutches of the internet, go to this Austrian cavern in Notting Hill. Mainly because it's led by an elderly owner-cum-musician who's OOTD (every day) is lederhosen. Crowdsurfing replaces scrolling, phones are pocketed in favour of bootfulls of beer, and Josef plays cowbells like a man who isn't aware of the invention of camera phones. The apple strudel is more of a sugary shield against the grüner veltliner running through your veins than something you'd post about anyway. Come for a raucous night that's strictly off the record. " - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna

"Open since 1967 and responsible for thousands, if not millions, of paracetamol the following day, this yodelling, beer boot-pouring, bratwurst-grilling Austrian cavern on Westbourne Grove knows how to have a good time. Sure, the goulash is mediocre but who cares when Josef, the elderly owner in lederhosen, is playing the cowbells like he’s on the Pyramid Stage. In fact, don’t be surprised if someone is crowd surfing by the time the karaoke mic comes out. Come with friends, make more, and pray that sausage selection lines your stomach by the time tomorrow comes." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna