Blinkers

You're walking down Bridge Street towards the Cathedral Quarter and you spot Blinkers tucked in amongst the usual city centre hustle. It's the kind of place that doesn't need to shout about itself — the regulars know what's what, and the queue of folk waiting for tables most mornings tells you everything you need to know. This is where you get genuinely good coffee, not the Instagram-bait stuff, paired with the sort of breakfast that actually fills you up before a day's graft. The vibe is honest and unfussy: locals nursing flat whites, people hunched over laptops, mates catching up over eggs and toast.