While we sincerely believe that licking Scampi Fries dust off our fingers is one of the greatest pub pleasures, the jerk chicken at Prince Of Peckham puts our crisp allegiance to shame. White Men Can’t Jerk are in the kitchen at this big smiles pub, which runs on Brixton Brewery beers and green leather chesterfield sofas. Their jerk chicken has a lovely tangy sweetness and comes inside brioche buns, in wing form, but our personal pick is the signature jerk chicken on a bed of spicy fries. If the weather’s looking cloud-free, the front garden is the place to be. It feels oddly private considering it’s on a main road in Peckham and by day, student mates share pints and freelancers work hard on their tans. By night, it turns into a loud, proper party spot and is open past midnight every night of the week.