Head to The Culpeper. It’s a pub, a hotel, and a rooftop farm. Yes, a farm. In the middle of the City.
You’ll sip a Negroni while bees buzz past your ear. They’re working. You’re not. The view? St Paul’s peeking over chimney pots. It’s like London posed just for you.
Funny detail: the rooftop grows kale. You can eat it in your cocktail. That’s not pretentious—that’s power.
