I’m sure more than one or two random Americans have entered this pub thinking “oh yeah!” only to find that it’s actually, well, just a drinking establishment. I can imagine their disappointment as they go in, expecting some kind of fully nude pole dancing, only to find some dude standing there, asking what they’ll have to drink.

Unlike the Spread Eagle in Shoreditch, which actually used to be a strip club, this one is just, (sadly, depending on your perspective), a pub. A very misleadingly named pub no less.