Elio Café

You're walking along Wharfside and you catch that smell—proper coffee, butter, something baking. Step into Elio and you've landed in the sort of Italian café that actually exists in Italy, not some Instagram fantasy. The espresso hits different here, pulled with the kind of care that makes you sit up straight. Grab a seat by the window if you can and watch the canal life drift past whilst you're nursing a cappuccino that tastes like someone actually knows what they're doing. The pastries rotate, but they're consistently good—buttery, unfussy, the sort of thing you'd buy at a proper bakery in Milan.