The Mariner

You're walking down The Stade towards the water, and The Mariner sits right there in the thick of it—low wooden ceilings, salt-worn charm, the kind of place that smells like beer and the sea in equal measure. It's where locals actually drink, not where tourists are herded. The real ales rotate regularly, the fish and chips are the business, and there's usually someone in the corner who's been coming here for thirty years and remembers when The Stade was something else entirely. Strip back expectations of what a seaside pub should look like, and you'll find honest food, proper drinks, and zero pretence.