Adam and Eve

Walk through the heavy wooden door on Bishopgate and you're stepping into 1249—yes, literally the 13th century. The Adam and Eve sits there like a time capsule, all crooked beams and uneven floors, the kind of place where you half expect Tudor ghosts to shuffle past with their pints. It's proper old Norwich, the sort of pub that reminds you this city's got real bones. You'll find serious drinkers here nursing real ales, locals who've claimed their corners, and enough history in the brickwork to keep you entertained between pints. The bar staff know what they're doing, and the whole place has that comfortable chaos of somewhere that's been serving people for nearly 800 years without feeling the need to apologise for itself.