Fittie Bar

Head down to Wellington Street in Fittie and you've found yourself in the kind of pub that feels like it's been pulling pints for generations—the sort of place where regulars nod at each other and the bartender knows what you're drinking before you ask. It's unpretentious stuff: worn wooden floors, the gentle clink of glasses, and a crowd that ranges from nearby office workers to die-hard locals who've claimed their corner of the bar. You're not paying through the nose either—this is honest pub pricing in a neighbourhood that refuses to get too polished.