Hidden away in Billing Road, off Fulham Road, you'll find the Fox & Pheasant in this tranquil mews. The theme continues inside with no games machines or music. There are two bars, both relatively untouched, with low ceilings, pine flooring, painted beams and half panelled walls. The lounge is marginally more comfy. The furnishings are simple; wooden pews and small round tables, the exceptions being a carved fireplace and some very unusual splay-legged chairs.
The bar servery area is classic, with small glass panelled screens forming a booth. A tiny hatch faces the entrance, once used for 'off sales'. In the mid 19th century, two small cottages were knocked through to create this delightful pub. Then, this area would have been on the edge of the countryside, but although its name implies a country connection, until a few decades ago, it was called the Bedford Arms.
The beers are well kept and the service attentive and friendly. Facilities include a dart board and a nice garden area at the rear which allows children until 5 o'clock. It's adjacent to Chelsea's Football Ground so if you don't like crowds avoid match days. Fox and Pheasant -
We are very disappointed to have to leave such a negative review but have never been treated in such an appalling way. A party of 10 of us came to celebrate a friend's birthday. We sat at some tables and bought some drinks. The barman hovered around, then asked antagonistically if those were the only drinks we were getting. A few moments later the manager appeared and aggressively told us this wasn't a library. We were then told to piss off. We’ve never been treated with such inexplicable hostility and thoroughly recommend avoiding this terrible pub at all costs.
Fox and Pheasantharrymint01,
Visited pub 6/2012 on trip to Wimbledon. It was our first stop in visiting some of London\\\'s most famous pubs. The pub owner graciously served us our first pints and after admiring the glasses he proceeded to wrap up a set for us to take home. My wife enjoyed the Abbott\\\'s ale. My trip to London was most memorable and I would sure recommend a visit to the Fox & Pheasant. We raise our pint glasses to toast the owner.
Fox and Pheasantdawzon,
l have never been inside this beutiful pub, but saw it from the outside, when my husband and l visited London in 1993. He (James Evans) used to live opposite, in the house on the corner. lt was during the the late 30's and the 40's. There were 2 families living there at the time. The Woods and the Evans, all related. Jim and his brother, John, used to speak of the pub quite often, so this time l hope to get inside and have a look. Don't like loud music and games, so should be lovely.
Fox and Pheasantvictoria,
Sorry - I must add that I am a Chicagoan - Chicago, Illinois.
Too many Chicago bars ( Keegan's Pub at 10616 S. Western exception) and saloons are dominated by Big Screen TVS/Much too loud music/grotesque Beer Signage/a dearth of chat.
Leo refers to Leo Catholic High School.
Fox and PheasantPathickey,
It is Ash Wednesday, I went to Mass this Morning at St. Cajetan's Parish in my neighborhood. I will get ashes in St. Anne, IL where Mrs. Marietta Frogge is being waked.
Death - Memento Mori. Got it. A woman just called and said, "I heard Leo is closing in June." No, Ma'am - not now; not as long as a Lion breathes.
The Lion's breath called to mind the absolutely most lively and soul lifting place on earth. The Fox and Pheasant Pub in Chelsea or London.
Last, chin-waged with worthies there in 1998 in the company of Master Conor Hickey (eight years of age); Mistress Nora Hickey (thirteen) and Patrick Mulligan, BA ( Notre Dame), MA ( U of V), late-of-La Lumiere School.
The Fox and Pheasant was home pub of a retired British Army Colonel who took to Master Conor and daft wagered ( Lord, Yank, you've taken me for another Chocolat Flake! Astounding good luck!)with lad over Lance Armstrong's prospect in the Tour'dFrance.
We chatted with the owners of the Chelsea Football Club*; sundry tradesmen; charming Sloan Rangers and America loving Brits.
The draft (draught) beers came from the now closed Bishops Brewery of Broughton.
All things pass. Memento Mori and remember your change, Yank!