The Angel

Walk into The Angel on Market Street and you're stepping into the kind of pub that doesn't need to try. It's got the dark wood, the worn bar stools, the sort of place where the bartender remembers your order. You'll find proper cask ales on tap—the kind of thing that actually matters to people who know their beer—and the Sunday roast here isn't some Instagram afterthought; it's a proper feed that'll stick with you. The crowd's a proper mix: regulars who've been coming since forever, town centre workers grabbing an after-work pint, people actually having conversations rather than staring at phones.