THEYYAM

You're walking down Brudenell Grove on a Friday night and the smell hits you first—cardamom, coconut, something properly being cooked. Inside, it's warm without feeling cramped, the kind of place where they've clearly thought about how you'd actually want to sit and eat. The menu pulls from South India with real conviction: crispy dosas that shatter properly, curries that build flavour rather than just heat, the sort of cooking that makes you realise how much mediocre Indian food you've been tolerating. The cocktail list is genuinely interesting too, which matters because you'll want something to wash down what's on your plate. It's become the kind of spot Headingley folk actually book ahead for.