Clinging to a hillside in the Slad Valley, The Woolpack is the kind of pub you hope to stumble upon – but probably won’t – by accident. One half of it is all pints of brown ale, piano playing and regulars; on the other side is one of the best dining rooms around. The food? Like something from East London’s coolest kitchens – think blood cake, pork chops, oeuf mayonnaise, flaky suet pies. There’s no fuss and no fanfare (and the secret really is no more), but it’s just a proper boozer with serious food to boot.




