The Rising Sun

You head down Queen Street into the Northern Quarter side of town and find yourself in exactly the kind of local you hope still exists. The Rising Sun has that lived-in feeling—worn wooden floors, real ale taps, the sort of place where regulars have their spots at the bar. It's the kind of pub that doesn't need to shout about itself, just serves proper pints and decent grub to the mix of people who've discovered it actually exists. On a Friday night it gets properly busy without feeling rammed, and there's enough of a vibe that you'll want to stay for another round.