"Some pubs stay with you for much of your life, like a compliment your art teacher once gave you, or a particularly ratty but sentimental pair of pyjamas. The Drapers Arms is one of those. It’s an Islington stalwart that’s suitable for drinking, dining, and drowning your sorrows. The food is European-leaning, comforting stuff. Baked camembert, sardines on toast, pies, chops, and the like. It’s stuff you could make at home but often can’t be arsed, and is never as good as this. " - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna
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