How prescient of someone to build The Globe in 1735. And how patient to wait a century and a half and more for Baker Street Tube to be constructed underneath and thus create the meeting point for Wembley goers just two stops up the Metropolitan line.

With the stadium rebuilding finally complete we can probably look forward to this place again switching in a moment from commuters' beer-stop to heavy metal heaven or reds'r'us, depending on the North London schedule.

But the place copes. It's unpretentious and businesslike. Dickens, William Pitt (the younger, of course) and Conan Doyle are claimed as past regulars.

Decent, honest plain tables and chairs, oldish floorboards and panelling, and well kept beers make for a pleasant enough West End oasis.

There are tables outside for those who want copious carbon monoxide and ear-shattering traffic noise with their get-you-home slurp. It's easy to mock but The Globe has been getting it more or less right for getting on for two centuries, shows no signs of getting it substantially wrong and deserves praise as a simple thing done well.

CLIENTELE: regulars, Wembley-goers
NEAREST STATION: Baker Street station
FEATURES: disabled facilities, ATM, function room available, outdoor seating, Sky TV