Toast

Walk past the stone Methodist chapel on Church Street and you'll find Toast tucked away with the kind of low-key appeal that makes you wonder how you haven't heard more about it. This is the sort of place where the bartender knows what you drink by your second visit, where students rub shoulders with retired seafarers, and nobody's performing for Instagram. The drinks are honest—nothing fussy, nothing overwrought—and the crowd's here because they genuinely want to be, not because it's been tick-boxed on some guidebook. It's got that easy Friday-night energy any day of the week.