The Portcullis

Wellington Terrace isn't trying to be anywhere else, and neither is The Portcullis. You're walking into the kind of pub that locals have quietly loved for years—the sort of place where regulars have their spots and the staff remember your name. It's got that lived-in warmth you can't manufacture: creaky floorboards, a genuine buzz without the try-hardness, proper ales on tap, and food that doesn't pretend to be something it isn't. This is Clifton's antidote to the area's posher haunts.