Prince Regent

You're walking up Regent Street past the usual suspects when you duck into the Prince Regent and immediately feel like you've stumbled into the pub equivalent of a comfortable pair of jeans. It's the sort of place where the bar staff remember orders, the cask ales rotate properly, and nobody's tried to Instagram the décor. The crowd's mixed—students rubbing shoulders with locals who've been coming here for years, the kind of authenticity that's increasingly rare in Cambridge's more tourist-heavy spots. Food-wise, it's solid pub fare rather than anything fancy, but that's precisely the point. This is where you come to actually sit down with a pint and a paper, not to queue for a table.