As one of London's oldest pubs, The Spaniards has earned itself a place in the history books, quite literally. Dickens immortalised it in The Pickwick Papers, and it's said that Keats wrote Ode to a Nightingale here over a claret or two. Indeed, our characterful 16th century inn is a romantic idyll in itself, with a few tales of its own to tell. A country pub in the city, it boasts a garden grand enough to rival the great Heath itself, a separate dining area, roaring fires in the winter and plenty of intriguing nooks in which to muse over our superlative food and drinks menus.