The Ragged Trousers

You're walking down The Pantiles on a Friday evening and you spot The Ragged Trousers tucked among the Georgian terraces—it's the kind of place that looks like it's been pulling pints in exactly the same way for decades. Inside, it's all low ceilings, creaky floorboards, and that particular smell of heritage that comes from actual use rather than interior design. The crowd's a proper mix: locals nursing bitter at the bar, groups spilling in from work, the odd tourist who's stumbled upon something genuine. The ales rotate, the food's unpretentious but done right, and there's genuine character seeping from every corner.