The Wellington

Walk into The Wellington and you'll clock it immediately—this is the kind of pub that's been doing the same thing for years because it doesn't need to fix what isn't broken. You're on Duke Street, tucked into the heart of Margate's quieter side, and inside it's all dark wood, steady conversation, and the kind of comfort that comes from knowing exactly what you're getting. The sort of place where locals prop up the bar on a Tuesday night like it's the most natural thing in the world, where the telly's on but not aggressively so, and where your drink arrives without you having to ask for it a second time.