Crying Wolf

You'll find this place tucked up Cotham Hill where the students thin out and the locals thicken up. The kind of bar where you can actually have a conversation without shouting, but still feel like you're somewhere that matters. The cocktail list doesn't try to reinvent the wheel, but everything's made with the sort of care that suggests someone actually gives a damn. It's become the default 'shall we just go to Crying Wolf?' option for anyone living between Redland and Cotham – which tells you everything you need to know about how reliably good it is. The sort of place that works equally well for a Tuesday night drink or a proper Saturday session, without ever feeling like it's trying too hard to be either.