Weirdough Bakery

You're walking down Station Road and the smell hits you first—proper fermented dough, butter, something caramelised. That's Weirdough doing what it does best: taking the craft seriously without any of the pretension. The space feels like someone's actually thought about it, all exposed brick and natural light, the kind of place where the counter staff know their stuff and genuinely want to chat about the sourdough's hydration levels if you're that way inclined. It's the sort of bakery that makes you realise how many mediocre croissants you've been accepting in your life.