Cafe Atlas

You'll find Cafe Atlas wedged into the Victorian glass-roofed arcade on St Nicholas Street—the kind of place that feels like a proper secret even though it's right in the city centre. Walk in and you're transported somewhere else entirely: warm lighting, low seating, the smell of cinnamon and cumin hanging in the air. The menu reads like a greatest hits of Moroccan cooking: tagines that actually taste like they've been slow-cooked for hours, couscous dishes done right, harissa that's got real heat. It's the sort of spot where you can rock up casual midweek or book it for something more deliberate on a Saturday.