If you’re truly fearless, brave the classic East End dishes of jellied or stewed eels. But if not, there’s still a reason to come here: a jewel box of a shop, serving since 1891, with green glazed Victorian tile and wooden benches, which is in such rare condition it’s protected by the government. In fact, when it was awarded its historic plaque, no one could figure out how to mount it to the wall without breaking preservation laws. Manze also does meat or vegetarian pastry pies—which to be fair, most customers prefer—as it has done since the days when it fed dockworkers and laborers. The parsley-made “liquor” sauce doesn’t really taste like much, but the gravy and mash taste like nostalgia itself.