Number Four

You'll find Number Four tucked into Butcher Row, that proper old part of town where the streets narrow and the buildings lean in close. It's the kind of place where regulars drift in on a Tuesday evening and the staff greet them by name—no pretension, just food done well and an atmosphere that feels genuinely lived-in rather than designed. The cooking's straightforward but thoughtful, the sort of thing that makes you wonder why more places don't just get the basics right: sourcing decent ingredients, respecting them, not overcomplicating things. Whether you're after dinner mid-week or weekend plans with mates, it delivers without any of the theatre or nonsense.