Lost Cargo

You'll find yourself on Trinity Hill—that steep stretch that connects the old town to the seafront—at a bar that doesn't shout about itself but rewards you for paying attention. Lost Cargo has the kind of appeal that comes from actually giving a damn: the sort of place where the drinks list suggests someone knows what they're doing, and the space itself feels lived-in rather than designed by committee. It's the kind of bar you stumble into because you're exploring and end up staying for hours, chatting to locals who clearly know the spot well. The vibe is exactly what Margate needed: unpretentious, genuinely welcoming, and full of the sort of detail that makes you want to come back.