Under Liverpool Street, there’s a former bank vault. Now it’s Three Stags. It’s not fancy. It’s a cave with a bar.
You’ll sit on leather sofas that smell like history. The walls are actual safe doors. The beer is cheap. The crowd is loud. It’s the anti-speakeasy—no secrets, just chaos.
Funny detail: they serve a “Liquid Lunch” for £6. It’s a pint and a shot. You will not remember your train home.
