Paradise is a pub – a pub with a poet’s soul, i.e. a successful blend of English cottage or France two hundred years ago. Made up of wooden panels and block strip flooring, the Paradise boasts classic portraits and golden mirrors. And at the entrance an angel is greeting you. Each room of the large pub is different; an interesting story hides behind each painting.

Was the empty golden cage ever home to a bird? Has anyone ever read the books at the library? And why the heck is there an angel at the entrance? We can answer the last question at least: The Kensal Green graveyard is located right across the pub, and the name of the pub refers to an ancient poem in which the poet describes the path to the hereafter via the graveyard. But relax: You won’t find dark-robed folk and depressive music here.

The clientele is cosmopolitan but not decadent; arty but likeable. It is like the pub itself: colourful, enigmatic and popular. The perfect setting for calamari, chips and ale.