Turtle Bay Plymouth

You walk into this corner spot near the city centre and immediately feel like you've been transported somewhere considerably warmer than the Barbican. The walls pulse with reggae beats while the smell of jerk seasoning fills the air, and yes, it's a chain, but it's one that Plymouth has genuinely embraced. The menu does exactly what you'd hope - proper jerk chicken that has actual heat, curried goat that doesn't mess about, and cocktails strong enough to make you forget you're five minutes from the Guildhall. The rum punch hits differently here, and their bottomless brunch has become something of a weekend institution among locals who know good value when they see it.