This Victorian fantasia just south of the British Museum is worth a visit even if you don’t drink. Its lost-in-time feeling begins with the proud signage, a traditional marquee of gold lettering on black. The 1891 interior has been miraculously maintained in mint condition: Morris & Son etched glass, mirrors, mahogany privacy screens, cast-iron bar, Corinthian columns, Simpson & Son mosaic tile floor—even the men’s room marble urinals are legally protected from alteration. There’s no music, no TVs, and all of the libations are by the resolutely old-fashioned Samuel Smith, which has been brewing since 1758 in Yorkshire and still draws its water from its original well.