Ye Shakespeare

Walk down Victoria Street towards Redcliffe and you'll find yourself stepping back about four centuries. Ye Shakespeare has the kind of character that can't be manufactured—uneven wooden beams, a warren of small rooms, and that particular smell of old ale and older timber that makes you believe the place genuinely dates from the 1600s. The pub pulls a decent crowd of locals and tourists alike, everyone crammed in shoulder-to-shoulder, which somehow makes it feel even more convivial. You're drinking in the same spot where, presumably, people have been drinking for literal centuries.