Marmadukes

You'll find this spot tucked along Norfolk Row, where the breakfast queue often snakes past the window display of fresh pastries. The interior strikes that perfect balance between lived-in comfort and Instagram-worthy aesthetics – exposed brick, mismatched furniture, and enough plants to make you feel virtuous about your third coffee. The menu reads like a love letter to proper brunch done right. Their shakshuka arrives bubbling in cast iron with perfectly runny eggs, whilst the smashed avocado gets elevated with pomegranate seeds and a decent sprinkle of dukkah. Weekend mornings see a mix of hungover students, laptop-wielding freelancers, and families negotiating over who gets the last slice of banana bread. Service moves at Sheffield pace – unhurried but friendly, with staff who actually remember your usual order.