Bar Nothing

You're walking up Cliff Terrace towards the seafront when Bar Nothing pulls you in with the kind of warmth that's becoming rarer round here. It's the sort of place where locals actually congregate—no forced shabby-chic or overpriced cocktails trying too hard. The bar has character without being theatrical about it, the sort of joint where you can nurse a pint or get something more interesting depending on your mood. It's become a proper fixture in Cliftonville's slow resurrection, sitting comfortably between the old-school boozers and the new crop of places that've colonised the clifftop.