Bark and Brunch

You're walking up Park Crescent on a Saturday morning, coffee in hand, when you spot the queue outside Bark and Brunch. It's not just humans waiting—there are dogs everywhere, tails wagging at patio tables. This is the kind of place that takes both halves of its name seriously. The brunch menu hits the usual suspects done properly: avocado toast that doesn't feel like a cliché, eggs cooked how you actually want them, that sort of thing. But what really sets it apart is how genuinely welcoming it is to your four-legged mates. Water bowls, treats, and staff who actually seem pleased to see dogs rather than tolerating them.