Tinga

You'll find Tinga tucked into one of High Street's better corners, where they're doing proper Mexican food without the gimmicks. Walk in and you're greeted with the smell of charred chillies and grilled meat—no frozen margarita mix in sight. The space itself is vibrant without being try-hard: dark wood, warm lighting, enough noise that you don't feel watched but quiet enough to actually hear your mates. Order the slow-cooked pork, the fresh ceviches, or anything with their house salsa. The cocktails lean serious too. It's become the kind of place locals actually book ahead for, especially weekends, because word's got out that this is the real deal on the High Street.