Heavenly Desserts Bath

You walk into Lower Borough Walls and suddenly you're in someone's fantasy version of a dessert parlour. The space doesn't shout; it just quietly delivers. Order something towering—the kind of plate that makes you pause before attacking it—and watch people around you do the same slightly guilty double-take. Everything here is built for that particular kind of joy you get from a genuinely good sweet thing. They've clearly thought about texture, about not being gratuitously heavy, about making desserts that taste like something rather than just sugar delivery systems. It's the sort of place where you show up planning to stay twenty minutes and somehow it's an hour later.