The Betjeman Arms
Never mind that hideous, nine-metre-high, off-brown edifice which towers grotesquely above you at St Pancras International, the real embodiment of the station is the short-arse poet across the way.
John Betjeman was instrumental in saving the Victorian architecture of the station from the concrete-minded city planners of the 60s. And what a good job he did or we would be without this pub – serving the swankiest pre-travel, err, 28 day aged ribeye steak your likely to find.
It's a tad on the pricey side and the poorly located, unisex toilets are frankly ill conceived but the staff are incredibly friendly, the décor finds that happy side of ostentatious and with a large selection of real ales, an extensive wine list and an adventurous food menu to boot, poetry has never been so in motion.