The Eagle

I have lunch at The Eagle quite often. It's one of the closest pubs to our office.



I mentioned before that it's referenced in the nursery rhyme "Pop Goes The Weasel", and the stanza is reproduced outside.

The Eagle has above-average lunches. I quite fancy their bacon cheeseburger but have also enjoyed many a pie, sandwich and salad here. They also feature about six long-handle taps (one of which is usually London Pride) plus some nicer short taps including Hoegarten and another favourite, Leffe.



There's usually a mellow mix of chillout electronica playing. It clashes a bit with the Americana artwork on the walls - stylized portraits of Sinatra and Marilyn.

There's lots of light from the large windows. A few doors down is the Shoreditch police station so there's the occasional siren going past.

I've enjoyed many a happy lunch here with mates, usually indoors, but sometimes in the beer garden in the back. Years on I'll look at these pictures and remember the taste of Maris Piper chips with aoli sauce and a nice pint.