Kings Head

You'll find Kings Head tucked away on Mardol, the sort of place where regulars prop up the bar and actually know the staff's names. It's got that lived-in feel—wooden beams, worn leather, the kind of spot that's been doing its thing for years without needing to shout about it. The crowd's genuinely mixed: after-work drinkers, families grabbing dinner, mates meeting for a catch-up. Nothing's trying too hard here, and that's precisely why people keep coming back. On a Friday night it's buzzing but never trying-to-impress buzzing. Just proper pub energy.