Freddie's fowlers

You're walking past the independent shops and cafes dotting Albion Street when you spot Freddie's fowlers. It's the kind of place that doesn't need to shout about itself—the queue round the corner does that for them. Inside, it's stripped-back and honest: the sort of spot where they've clearly thought hard about doing one thing brilliantly rather than spreading themselves thin. The chicken comes first, everything else supports it, and you can taste the difference immediately. It's casual enough that you'll roll up in your lunch break trainers, but the care in what lands on your plate feels genuinely special.