Bowes on Fleet Street is one of the 16 remaining Victorian era pubs. It has been here on this spot for some 137 years. In that time, it has become known as a pub with relative tranquility, and a fine place to go to enjoy a chat with some friends, family or colleagues. The noise of the pub is created only by the patrons, huddled in groups of 2 to 6, bantering about the topics of the day. And there’s the odd trad session too.
Above the bar they have a sign that, we think, perfectly sums up a respectable and mature philosophy towards our relationship with the pub and with drinking.
It reads:
‘Bowes bar is dedicated to those merry souls who make drinking a pleasure, who reach contentment before capacity, and what so ever they drink, can hold it and remain gentlemen.’
It’s attitudes like this that make this one of our favourite pubs in the city.
