Iron Bridge, Exeter, pub review: 'an ideal place to dream away a couple of hours'

Very metal: the Iron Bridge, Exeter, built in the nineteenth century. The eponymous pub is just beyond
Very metal: the Iron Bridge, Exeter, built in the nineteenth century. The eponymous pub is just beyond

History? Built in the 19th century, the Iron Bridge is surrounded by it. For starters, it stands next to the gorgeously eponymous Iron Bridge, erected in 1834; while across the road the former brewery St Anne’s Well (equally venerable) stands, its buildings reminiscent of a tiered pagoda. The site of the city’s Roman North Gate is just up the road, and down below in the Longbrook Valley there’s a Victorian mausoleum, which might not be Highgate, but I wouldn’t spend the night there.

The Iron Bridge - Credit: ATJ
The Iron Bridge Credit: ATJ

As for the pub, it seems to take all of this history in its stride: inside it is laid back, relaxed, low-key in its decor with prints and mirrors on the wall, sanded wooden floor, crème brûlée-brown tones and a piano standing by the front door. French bistro meets classic English pub perhaps? It’s understated in its charm, a bookend to all of that quiet history outside.

On the evening I pop in for a couple, there are islands of people dotted about and the low murmurs of conversation flit through the air, like bats on a summer’s night. A Staffie pulls on its lead as its owner flicks through the newspaper, while on another table old friends greet each other with a clink of wine glasses. It’s a serene soundtrack, good-natured and friendly, an ideal complement to a good glass of beer. 

Low murmurs of conversation flit through the air, like bats on a summer’s night

At the bar, there is plenty to choose from, including beers from local brewery Exeter, Bristol’s Lost & Grounded, Good Chemistry and Bristol Beer Factory, the classic Bohemian lager Budvar and London’s Meantime. I choose the Cali-Pale Ale from the latter, a sunny, pungently hoppy pale ale, dry in the finish, lingering in its bitterness, custodial in the hold it has on my palate.

As I sit there marvelling at the fascination one glass of beer can evoke, a steady flow enters: academics, postgrads and locals, a patchwork of pub people.  If, to paraphrase Stephen Dedalus in Ulysses, history is a nightmare from which we are all trying to awake, then the Iron Bridge and its surroundings didn’t get the memo. Recently reopened after several shuttered years, this is a marvellous pub and an ideal place to dream away a couple of hours. With a beer or two, of course. 

St David’s Hill, Exeter, EX4 3RG