Food Served
11:00 – 22:00




Our pub is the beating heart of the community and the very best in Wimbledon. Mick and Sarah are the legendary landlord and landlady – possibly the best on the planet (and maybe even the entire universe) – and they’re all about bringing people together from every corner of life. They host a lively lineup of community events that make our pub the ultimate gathering spot.
We’ve got a super-welcoming vibe, a crew of loyal regulars, a tribe of die-hard sports fans, beers that are cared for like treasured family heirlooms, wines from every corner of the globe, and pub classics with an added twist of ooh-that’s-blooming-lovely.

The Autumn Nations are back, and we’re bringing every tackle, try and “REF!” moment to the big screens.
Settle in for the full match-day treatment: ice-cold pints and reviving tipples, seriously good half-time bites, and a pub full of people who know there’s no such thing as just one more ‘phase’.
Whether you’re front-row for kick-off, joining us for a long lunch before the action, or staying firmly planted for the full afternoon of rugby, we’ll keep the food coming, the glasses topped up and the atmosphere suitably lively.
Expect big tackles, bigger rivalries and plenty worth raising a glass to — all from the comfort of your favourite pub. Round up your squad, claim your spot and settle in. Rugby weekends are better at the pub.
It’s that fun, fancy-free, oh-just-one-more, there’s-always-room-for-more-cheese time of year — and Christmas at The Alexandra in Wimbledon is all about doing things properly.
Our much-loved community pub in Wimbledon is made for neighbours pulling up a pew, sharing stories over roastie-stacked plates and raising a glass (or three) to the season. Whether you’re planning a Christmas party in Wimbledon, a fizz-fuelled work do, a family-style festive feast with all the trimmings, or a mulled-wine-sipping, mince-pie-nibbling catch-up with mates, consider Christmas sorted.
Expect delicious festive food, plenty of good cheer and that unmistakable Alex welcome, all wrapped up in your favourite local pub. Party hats optional. Second helpings strongly encouraged.




Sundays here aren’t just Sundays, they’re a pilgrimage (the roast-shaped kind). Think just-picked, fresh-off-the-stalk greens, crisping-in-the-oven potatoes that shatter when you bite, and plates piled high with succulent, slow-roasted meat (the sort that falls apart at the mere nudge of your fork). Golden, sky-scraping Yorkshire puddings stand to attention, while rich, silky gravy does its curtain-call pour across the lot. Bowls of steaming seasonal veg are made for passing round (family-album style), fires crackle away in the background, and you get that oh-so-smug feeling of someone else doing the washing up. Sundays here aren’t just eaten – they’re enjoyed, shared and remembered. Come hungry, leave gloriously-full.

