Cranberrys

You'll find yourself ducking into Cranberrys on Wilson Street in the city centre and immediately realising why it's got the regulars sussed. It's the kind of place where baristas actually know how to pull a shot—no burnt espresso nonsense—and where they're genuinely chuffed you've shown up. The breakfast is straightforward and done right: sourdough that's actually sourdough, eggs cooked how you ask them, coffee that tastes like someone cares. It's busy without being mental, the kind of café where you can either crack on with work or just sit with a mate and actually talk without shouting. Nothing flashy, nothing trying too hard.