The Duke Of Sussex

A shiny star in the mundane that is mine, sparkle, unicorns and rainbows. Sometimes there’s unicorns!

Ok my first impression was ewww it’s a bit smelly in here and it was — that horrible dirty carpet smell you get in some pubs. However the drinks are cheap, and if you ask for a large glass of wine they fill it right to the brim so generous too. The staff were good and we got served quickly. And after a couple of drinks you no longer notice the smell;)
So as I have a class nearby for the next few weeks I can see my friends and I making a few pit stops here. It is after all always good to find a cheap boozer in London!

Duke of Sussex, you surprise me. I confess I wasn’t very discerning when I stumbled across you. All I wanted was somewhere to toast my forthcoming move with my new flatmate, you were in the neighbourhood and didn’t seem as off-​putting as the other pubs in the area. I was happy simply to shuffle up to the bar, order a couple of drinks for my friend and I, slump back in our seats and raise a glass to each other. And that’s when I started to notice all the things that make you great.
Like the old-​school interior that probably hasn’t changed for at least 50 – 60 years, complete with ye olde, cruise liner carpet. A small stage (or should that be carpeted step) for karaōke. An endless stream of bonifide 80s classics, including some synth-​tastic dance, power ballads and early hip hop. The well-​kept ale (I believe London Pride and Youngs Bitter were on tap) and the prices. Yes, the prices. Around £3.50 for a pint of ale and 50p for a packet of McCoys crisps. That’s right, fifty pence for a packet of crisps! When pubs typically charge at least a pound! Initially I thought that two pints of ale and two packets of crisps would be enough for me to reach the £10 minimum when paying by card, but upon learning of the low price for crisps, I realised I’d have to go for another half pint instead. Wow.
In the end, I left with a warm fuzzy feeling inside, and not simply because the toasting had gone too far. No. The friendly atmosphere, prices and feeling of having stepped back in time (both in terms of the interior and the music) make the Duke of Sussex well worth a visit.

A glass of water: 1£! Isn’t it illegal to make people pay for water???
Service: slow
Dishes: low quality. Instant mash, instant gravy, and i don’t even want to know how the sausages were made. The worst ones i ever had in England.
Seating area: oh yes… plenty.
Ambiance: ok
Will definitely NOT return ever.
Doesn’t deserve any stars at all, selected one only cause i had to.

Just had lunch there… what a mistake! Value range sausages, instant gravy, half raw jacket potatoes, and we still had to wait for more than half an hour. Did I mention they charge £1 for half a pint of tap water?
This might be an ok choice if you’re drunk already and don’t care anymore but otherwise do yourself a favour and stay away!

Tumbling out of Waterloo station with the male members of my family; my Uncle took us on a confusing walk through the backstreets. Knowing that my Uncle was not one for great excercise, I figured a pub was soon going to appear. Of course, I was right; and before long everyone had a pint.
Pubs are generally pubs to me. I’m not really bothered and I’m not a drinker so the magic is lost on me. But ‘The Duke Of Sussex’ I really liked. How can I describe it?. Basically, it just had a good atmosphere. Some places just have the magic, whether you’re in a stadium, or a bar or a bus-​stop, I dunno. Some places just do it for you; a mix of history, atmosphere and probably your own imagination.
Somewhere between the look, smell and clientele, I really liked this place. It felt like a hidden London gem. Friendly enough, I guess, but I probably wouldn’t want to head their alone. I dunno, I’ve only been there the once and it’s entirely possible I hold this romanticised view in my head for no good reason. Suffice to say, I shall head back there soon to reinvestigate.

Like the previous reviewer, I ended up here with a birthday party that failed to get into Cubana — too crowded! And like the previous reviewer, this was a happy accident. And like the previous reviewer, I like to wear sparkly tights. Actually, I don’t know if she likes sparkly tights, but I love them.
At first glance, this place seems like your typical pub. My cousin and I made a list of typical pub things in the Duke of Sussex: cheesy carpeting, old photos on the wall, warm lighting, wooden bar, lots of guys having after work drinks, an altar to the God Pan filled with pictures of Madonna.
It was the bartenders who changed the pub from usual to Sheebang! (Sheebang! (adj). a kind of enjoyment that is ultracosmic, rapscallious, greatfunical). The were first friendly. Then funny, joking around with us like were a group of good-​humored hyenas. Then they brought us a big bowl of cheese cubes (really — I’m not making this up like I sometimes do). Then came crisps. I think maybe someone bought them, but they might have been gifts. The bartender brought over a big bowl and made a big show of pouring the crisps into the bowl. He made us laugh, but didn’t make us cry. Then we all danced a jig and tried out for Riverdance and became famous.

I came to The Duke of Sussex accidentally a few weeks ago. I was out for my friends birthday, we were looking for somewhere to carry on drinking, and we were all too cheap to pay the £5.00 to get into neighbouring Cubana. It must have been written in the stars, because Birthday Girls favourite thing to do is karaōke, and guess what they had on? Unfortunately I had not remembered to bring my ear plugs.
What looked like a standard, non descript pub from the outside turned out to be very friendly and good fun. I can’t tell you how late we stayed, because that probably wouldn’t be allowed, but I will tell you that the popular, but by no means in tune karaōke went on for a looong time.
We were eventually the last to go, and the owner came along to gently turf us out. Birthday Girl wasn’t going until the weary bar staff had sung Happy Birthday to her, which the very good natured owner happily obliged. Definitely a happy accident coming here.

My type of proper old pub, near Waterloo station. There’s a pool table in a back room, and real ales on tap in a spacious but ordinary front bar room. They serve food each day, including pie & mash with parsley liquor for just £3.50.
They’ve got nearly 20 picnic tables outside — no-​frills tin-​can ashtrays — although there is a busy street nearby.
It was a quiet, sunny Saturday afternoon when I was here and the bartender was very friendly and nice.
There’s a little stage in the corner of the main bar room, and the signs indicate they’ve got karaōke on the weekend.
Seems a genuine, old-​fashioned, no-​frills boozer.

This is your average old mans pub. It has a pool table and is open late. But it has a unfriendly air about the bar which I don’t like. I use to go there when I worked in Waterloo, but I never really enjoyed myself. They do, do food, which is alright. Nice Sunday roasts but it just has a dark in closed feel about the place.