Look, Richmond is posh. It’s full of park-goers and fancy coffee shops. The White Cross is the anti-posh hero. It’s messy, funny, and unapologetically old. You’ll see suits next to hipsters next to grandpas. Everyone fits. Everyone drinks. It’s a democratic dream.
Plan your visit for a Sunday afternoon. The sun sets over the river, the pub glows gold, and a live band plays shanties. You’ll sing along to “Drunken Sailor” while a toddler dances nearby. Life is weird. Own it.
The Final, Punny Reason
I’ll let you in on a secret: the White Cross has a secret menu item not listed anywhere. Ask for “The Richmond Surprise.” It’s a pork pie topped with pickled onion and a dash of hot sauce. It tastes like a dare. You’ll love it.
So go. Grab a pint. Stare at the river. See a ghost. Or don’t. Either way, you’ll leave with a story. And that is the best pint of all.
