12pm – 12am (Food 12pm-3pm, 5.30pm-9.30pm)
12pm – 1am (Food 12pm-3pm, 5.30pm-9.30pm)
11am -1am (Food 11am-4pm, 5.30pm-9pm)
12pm – 11pm (Food 12pm-8pm)
1 Randolph Street
For the food lover or the ale explorer. Early week is a chance to discover why we take so much pride in our food and drink at The Colonel Fawcett. A great time for a meal or a quiet drink with friends, in a relaxed atmosphere.
Lunchtimes are buzzing but family friendly, with emphasis on our food and our service. Later in the evening The Colonel well and truly bursts into life. Music til late, playing anything and everything to make you dance. Reserve an area downstairs for free, or check out our beautiful 120 capacity function room.
Sundays are what the Colonel Fawcett truly excels in. Award winning roasts (The Observer Food Monthly Best Sunday Lunch), newspapers and cocktails. If the sun is shining, pop out to one of our two gardens and enjoy a cocktail or three. If the snow is falling, curl up on one of our big sofas with a mulled wine.
We’d love to host your Christmas party here at The Colonel Fawcett.
We can cater for anything from two to three hundred people across our two floors and heated gardens. Whether it’s a work do, an old friend’s annual bash or a family get together, we have all your bases covered. Sit down two or three course meals, canapes, buffets or even just drinks.
We have a fantastic range of drinks to keep you sated throughout the night too. These events can be private (whole venue or upstairs room) or in the main pub itself. The whole venue can accommodate 300 standing / 150 seated The main bar can accomodate 170 standing / 95 seated The upstairs room can accommodate 120 standing / 55 seated (also with a private bar) We can also provide you a DJ for your private event too, upon request.
Please call 0207 267 9829 or email firstname.lastname@example.org for more information.
Buffet Menu – Minimum 30 People Canape Menu – Minimum 30 People Christmas Set Menu – Served Monday To Saturday at 2.30PM and 7.30PM subject to availability Brunch/Bottomless Brunch will not be running in December…will resume in January, sorry!
Established in the early 1800s, The Colonel Fawcett provided a refuge for all manner of Victorian England’s more macabre characters. It harboured an unlikely band of brigands and thieves taking leave from their plunder and pillaging of the countries highways alongside soldiers of the Empire, returned to a London much removed from the one they left when they sailed from the mouth of this city’s great river.
This unlikely group of patrons contrived to give the establishment a reputation that extended far across the dim lit streets and acrid canals of London; this Pub becoming a byword for all that was held in contempt by those who considered themselves to be of high society. It was here that all the vices and sins from across the Empire were collected together in an orgy of inconceivable indulgence and debauchery.
With consummate ease one could corrupt oneself absolutely through inebriation and carnal indecency. And it was not unusual for one of these so called members of the Enlightened, who publicly decried this revelry, to be found hypocritically savouring all it had to offer. And no one more so than the Colonel Fawcett did have a penchant for the debauchery served up with uncompromising consistency.
An English gentleman who had served his queen and country across the British Empire, on returning from India became one of the taverns most loyal patrons. With a taste for gin that only a man who had sailed the seven oceans could possess, and the possessor of an affection for the women who graced this institution, the Colonel was a man who courted favour with many. However it was this very house that sadly saw the end of the demise of this raffish gentleman. The Colonel and his brother –in-law, Lieutenant Munroe, were embroiled in a bitter dispute over land ownership. An unfortunate coincidence brought these two men together at the most inopportune time, and with neither wishing to sacrifice their honor a duel was agreed and fought in this here pub.
In 1834 Colonel David Fawcett received fatal gunshot wounds to the chest in what was to be the last fatal duel in Britain. He retired to the upstairs room where he spent his last two days as he lived, drinking gin and entertaining his fellow patrons with his wit and charm.