I can't deny that the Sunday lunch at The Owl and Pussycat is marvellous, but the place is generally let down by grumpy and lazy bar staff. Of particular note is the landlord himself, who seems to have some spectacular form of tunnel vision, whereby he can only serve the person straight in front of him, regardless who has been waiting longest.


The beer at The Owl and Pussycat is okay, but nothing spectacular.

The Owl and the Pussycat is not only a traditional pub that's so rare these days, but is most famous for its Sunday Carvery, characterised by newspapers and magazines as 'the best in London'. See for yourself!