McGlynn’s isn’t hundreds of years old, or even important, but it fulfills the image of a “local” where the neighborhood folks hang out in peace and the landlord welcomes new faces. Its coal-blackened brick corner building, painted in old-fashioned green and red trim, is hard to find (it’s southwest of Argyle Square in King’s Cross), which accounts for some of its appeal. Its street is so quiet that, unlike at most London pubs, you’d actually consider loitering at one of its outdoor picnic tables in summer. It’s the sort of place with a few “pokie” gambling machines jangling in the corner, and a rugby or football game on the TV every afternoon.