Aquila

You're walking down King Edward Street, that stretch that's quietly become one of Macclesfield's better bits, and you spot Aquila. Inside, it's warm and unpretentious—the kind of place where you can roll up solo at the bar or squeeze round a table with mates without anyone making a fuss. The menu reads like someone who actually understands Spanish food, not just throwing paella at everything. You'll find yourself ordering more than you planned because each dish does exactly what it sets out to do, and the wine list doesn't take the piss. It's the sort of neighbourhood restaurant that makes you wonder why you don't come here more often.