The French House in Soho started life as a gin parlour in the mid-19th century, but had become a wine bar by 1914. In the Second World War, the bar was taken over by Charles de Gaulle and his French forces, providing the nickname "the French pub". It's now a bohemian hangout where TV, recorded music and mobile phones are banned.
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The French House
49 Dean StreetLondon ChinatownLondonW1D 5BG
- +44 20 7437 2477
Second time there and I really like the feel about this place. It feels out of time both because of the decor, the no phone policy, the patrons, the staff, the building, well the entire place is like from somewhere else. It is definetely bohemian, anarchists looking due to its patrons. There is no music in there, just small bars, one downstairs, one upstairs. I heard they serve food but never...more
Lovely little pub. It's definitely tough to hang in there with a group due to the size, but it's still worth going to. They won't serve pints and they don't like mobile phones, but the drinks aren't expensive for central London. Staff work hard to get everyone served as quickly as they can. Clientele are a mix of all ages and types.more
Loved this pub! Our trek into SOHO to meet an ex-pat friend brought us here for after work pints. I gotta admit this pub was PACKED! But instead of the volume of people becoming a deterrent it actually adds to the ambiance and experience.
The crowd of regulars is what makes up the majority of French House's patrons and after work you'll be hard pressed to find a set inside. Thankfully you can...more
Popped by for quick drinks with friends, and I quite loved this place!
It felt like a cute and cozy French pub with interesting photos and intimate environment. We sat on the first floor (above ground level), where it was slightly quieter and lower key as well.
House red was good. Service was just average -- we had to go order and bring our own glasses back to the table.
The space can be...more
I was really early for a dinner date, so I wandered up and down Wardour Street looking for a place to get a drink where I would not feel out of place on my own and reading a book (which ruled out quite a few packed pubs).
I strolled into French House because I could spot a few empty tables tucked in the back corner from the street. Right away, I was struck by the fact that the entire bar...more