Windmill

Church Street's got character, and the Windmill sits right in the thick of it—close enough to the Royal Shakespeare Company that you'll spot the odd actor, but far enough that it feels genuinely lived-in. You're getting a proper pub here: wood-panelled walls, real ales that rotate, and the kind of bar where regulars have their spots. The food's solid, unpretentious stuff (pies, burgers, that sort of thing), and it won't cost you a fortune. It's the sort of place where you can nurse a pint for an hour and nobody minds, or grab a quick lunch between wandering Bridge Street and the riverside.