Parish

You walk into Parish and immediately feel the weight of the building's past — all Victorian stone and courtroom gravitas tucked away on Queen Street. The conversion from actual courthouse to pub has been done with real restraint, which is rarer than you'd think. There's no ironic neon or forced heritage theatre here; just a genuinely atmospheric space where locals actually congregate. The drinks list takes itself seriously without being pretentious, proper ales on rotation, and the food is the kind of thing you actually want to eat rather than tolerate in a pub. It's become the sort of place where you bump into the same faces, which says everything about how they've nailed the balance between welcoming and established.