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11:00am - 10:00pm

Our beer garden (Tooting’s biggest-and-best, obviously) has gone full sun-soaked, spritz-in-hand, sunnies-on-if-we’re-lucky mode this summer (think golden-hour chats, ice-cold drinks, and that “we’re just staying for one more” energy on repeat).
Our mini-castle huts (yes, actual mini-castles – because we don’t do boring) are sun-drenched, sofa-filled, group-chat-ready and made for 10–35 of your favourite people to settle in, spread out, and absolutely lose track of time.
So grab your mates, bring your appetite, and prepare for a pint-clinking, burger-devouring, OMG-last-night-at-The-Castle kind of day. We’ll handle the rest (and yes, you’re definitely staying longer than planned).
World Cup season at The Castle? Oh, we’re going full whistle-blowing, pint-clinking, shout-at-the-screen mode. We’ve got the action everywhere – inside, outside, all over – so whether you’re rolling in with the crew for a big-deal knockout or sneaking in a cheeky post-work group-stage watch, you’re locked in for proper, edge-of-your-seat viewing (no awkward neck craning here).
Want to level it up? Our mini-castle huts are ready and waiting – your own private, pint-fuelled football HQ where you can celebrate, commiserate, and absolutely lose your voice with your mates (worth it).
Inside, the energy builds game by game — think crowd-roaring, last-minute-goal, limbs-everywhere moments that turn every match into a full-blown occasion.
If you’re after a World Cup spot in Tooting that brings the vibes and the views, you’ve just found it.

Welcome to sun-drenched, spritz clinking, beer-garden-in-full-swing bliss (aka that place you “accidentally” end up staying all day). We’re shaking up citrus-zingy Sparkling Margs and pouring fruit-laced Hugo Spritzes – the kind of drinks that make “just a quick one” spiral gloriously out of control.
Hungry? Sorted. Expect fresh, flavour-packed salads and light bites that mysteriously multiply into a table-full situation (sharing encouraged, side-eyes inevitable). So round up your lot, bag a golden patch of sunshine, and ease into a spritz-fuelled, nowhere to be afternoon that drifts effortlessly into dusk.