The Scrandit

You'll find yourself climbing one of Bristol's oldest streets, where the wonky medieval buildings lean in like they're sharing secrets. The cobblestones beneath your feet have been worn smooth by centuries of footfall, and halfway up this atmospheric climb sits a spot that gets it completely right. The name tells you everything about the approach here – this is proper scran without the pretension. You're eating food that actually tastes like someone cares, served by people who clearly love what they do. The location does half the work, perched on Christmas Steps like something from a fairy tale, but the kitchen backs up the setting with plates that make the trek worthwhile.