Rio's Piri Piri

You know that spot on Granby Place where everyone's queueing on a Friday night? That's Rio's. Walk in and you're hit with the smell of charred chicken and that distinctive peri peri heat—the kind that builds rather than blindsides you. Order your bird (half or whole, your call), pick your heat level from mild to absolutely mental, and watch them work. The sides aren't an afterthought either: proper chips, coleslaw that actually tastes like something. It's the sort of place you grab after a night out in the Lanes, or swing by on your way home from town because you've suddenly decided you need it.