Skylark

You'll walk past the independent shops and Victorian terraces of Grove Road and spot Skylark's inviting frontage—it's become the sort of place where you genuinely can't guarantee a table on a Saturday morning. Inside, it's warm and unpretentious, the kind of café that gets the fundamentals right: coffee that tastes like someone cares, sourdough toast that isn't Instagram theatre, and eggs cooked how you actually want them. The crowd's a proper mix of regulars, families, and people who've trekked across town specifically because word's got round. Prices are fair for what you're getting—nothing's over the odds, and you're supporting something genuinely local rather than a chain.