Brunchin'

You'll climb the stairs to this compact first-floor space wondering if you've made the right choice, but one look at the perfectly golden hollandaise and you'll know you have. The team here gets that good brunch is about execution, not gimmicks – their full English comes with proper black pudding, their pancakes arrive fluffy without being Instagram-tall, and the coffee actually tastes like coffee rather than burnt milk. The space feels lived-in rather than designed, with mismatched furniture that somehow works and windows that let you people-watch the Tarleton Street bustle below. It's the kind of place where you can nurse a flat white for an hour without dirty looks, or demolish a breakfast sandwich in five minutes between meetings. Weekend queues form for good reason, but weekday mornings offer that sweet spot of great food without the faff.