One of my secret places in London is The Grenadier and introduced to be my my ex-boyfriend. It is hidden, tucked away deep down in a teeny mews in Belgravia. Only moments from the bustle of Hyde Park Corner it is almost impossible to find this little pub. You have to wind your way down narrow cobbled streets and under old stone archways and then finally you come upon it and it is really surprising when you eventually do.
It is a true "Old man's" pub - very small, wonderfully old fashioned, pokey and smokey and on a cold winter's evening there is nothing quite as awesome as a glass of hot wine whilst cramped onto a dark worn out leather sofa in here buried amongst the banter and chatter of grumbling old men. It is almost like being transported to another era.
I am really looking forward to being back in London town next week.