Frangos Preston

You're walking down Friargate past the Georgian townhouses when the smell of charcoal and oregano pulls you in. Frangos is the kind of place locals actually queue for — not because it's fashionable, but because they know what they're doing. The grill work here is meticulous: meat that's properly charred but still juicy, proper tzatziki that tastes like someone's nan made it, and portions that don't mess about. It's takeaway only, which somehow makes it feel more authentic, like you've stumbled onto somewhere that couldn't care less about Instagram aesthetics.