92 Degrees

You'll find 92 Degrees tucked away on Boar Lane, that slightly gritty stretch between the city centre and the river where things feel properly lived-in rather than sanitised. The kind of place where the espresso machine gets more attention than the Instagram potential—though the exposed brick and industrial bones look sharp anyway. Regulars queue for their morning fix here because the staff actually know what they're doing, and the coffee tastes like it's been treated as craft rather than commodity. It's not trying too hard, but it's clearly trying.