Timmy Green

You'll find yourself queuing outside Sir Simon Milton Square most weekend mornings—it's that kind of place. Timmy Green does the whole brunch thing properly: sourdough that's properly sour, eggs cooked how you actually want them, and the sort of coffee that makes you realise what you've been drinking at home is basically bean water. The space is bright and airy without being sterile, packed with the kind of people who've clearly made a conscious decision to spend their Saturday morning here rather than somewhere else. Service moves fast even when it's rammed, which it usually is.