Look for a charming black-and-white timber-framed building with old wooden beams and a sign that says "DYLANS" hanging above the doorway-just beside the outdoor benches and a blue umbrella.
Imagine you’re standing here in the fifteenth century, the timber above your head creaking softly as a cold draft slips between the wooden planks. This was the Old Kings Arms, a bustling spot on George Street, where travelers and locals alike would gather for a pint and a slice of gossip. The building you see has stood through centuries of laughter, whispers, and the soft clink of tankards; if these ancient beams could speak, they might tell tales of weary kings’ messengers and secret meetings. For over ten years, it sat silent, its door closed, windows dusted with memories of better days, making the heart of St Albans just a bit emptier. But in 2015, with a joyful burst of new life, the Old Kings Arms was reborn as “Dylans.” Now, you can still sense the echo of medieval voices if you breathe in deeply and listen above the modern chatter-a place where history still leaves a faint trace on the walls, and every glass raised is a tiny celebration of centuries gone by.
