This nonauthentic pub is still as close to an English pub as you'll get—there's a snarling bear head mounted on one wall; an assortment of mistmatched divans and armchairs; and toasties, fish-and-chips, and puddings on the menu. The only clue the place just opened in 2010 is the freshness of the wall-to-wall carpeting—it doesn't smell anything like spilled pints. While the entrées are solid, the apps and desserts shine brightest at this sprawling, cozy venue. Anglophiles
will rejoice over the afternoon tea service.
124 S. 18th St., Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, 19103, United States