A late-17th-century Chelsea pub whose name is Cockney for the very thing it sells, run today as a Local and Wild countryside kitchen
The Pig’s Ear posts an excellent 4.7 across nearly nineteen hundred reviews and occupies a small, characterful corner of Old Church Street with a name the Prat’s naming desk regards as close to perfect: Pig’s Ear is Cockney rhyming slang for beer. A pub named, in the old London code, for the exact liquid it exists to sell.
The north bank, one last time
As with several entries in this Battersea batch, the Pig’s Ear is on the Chelsea side of the river – 35 Old Church Street, just off the King’s Road – and appears here because the scrape reaches over the water. It is a short stroll from the bridges into Battersea proper. We say so plainly.
Pig’s ear, twice over
The name is a double joke, and the Prat salutes both halves. In the rhyming slang, “pig’s ear” means beer, so the pub is named for a pint. But “to make a pig’s ear of something” is also ordinary British for making a hopeless mess of it – so the sign cheerfully promises both a drink and a disaster. The kitchen leans into the literal reading too: this being a serious food pub, they will, if you insist, actually sell you a pig’s ear to chew on.
From Black Lion to Chelsea Pig
The site is properly old. It dates to the late seventeenth century, when it was called the Black Lion; by 1820 it boasted a bowling green and a tea garden, and the present building was rebuilt in 1892. In more recent memory it traded as the Chelsea Pig, and was for a time owned by the Chelsea footballer Frank Lampard and his father. Since 2024 it has been run by the Gladwin Brothers as a “Local and Wild” countryside kitchen, pouring wines from their own Sussex vineyard.
Royals, writers and a real ale
For a small room the Pig’s Ear has hosted an improbable guest list. It is said that a young Prince William and Kate Middleton once waited downstairs here in 2005 before dinner upstairs; the Peninsular War hero Sir John Moore is claimed to have taken his beer here in an earlier century; and the walls have long carried old film posters and the comfortable clutter of a pub sure of itself. There was even, for a time, a Pig’s Ear real ale brewed to match the name. It is the kind of place where the Sloaney local crowd and the passing history-hunter end up at the same crowded bar – small, characterful and entirely at ease with its own excellent joke of a name.
Verdict
A 4.7 across nearly nineteen hundred reviews is a very strong score for a small room, and the Pig’s Ear earns it on food, character and a name that does more work than most pubs manage in a lifetime. Late-Stuart origins as the Black Lion, a bowling green under Regency Chelsea, a Lampard interlude, and now a farm-to-table revival – all under a sign that means beer and mess in the same breath.
Go for the food, the Sussex wine and the finest pub name in Chelsea. Order a pint of the pig’s ear, and try not to make one of the evening.
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