BakeAlicious

Walk down Royal York Crescent and you'll catch the smell before you see the place. Inside, it's all warm bread cooling on racks and the kind of unshowy competence you don't find everywhere. You're getting proper sourdough here—the sort with actual flavour and crust, not the supermarket nonsense—alongside croissants that flake properly and cakes that don't taste like they've been sat under a heat lamp. It's the sort of spot locals queue for on Saturday mornings, unpretentious but proper good at what it does.