Good friends are nearly always conducive to finding new and interesting pubs. And so it was earlier in the week that I found myself hungry, pint-less, and late arriving at a Greene King pub opposite Baker Street station. A few of my partners in crime had already had the opportunity to quaff a pint (or two) and eat when I arrived. I, however, decided to heed the advice that we would be moving on to a more salubrious establishment as soon as the final straggler arrived.