White Bear

Walk past the shopfronts on the High Street and you'll spot the White Bear's Victorian frontage—the sort of place that's been pulling pints since before anyone thought to call places 'gastro' anything. Inside, it's all dark wood and low ceilings, the kind of pub where regulars actually know each other. The ales rotate properly (you'll find proper cask selections), and the food isn't trying to be clever—just honest pub cooking that doesn't disappoint. It's the sort of spot where you can prop yourself at the bar for a quick one or settle in for an afternoon, equally comfortable either way.