Melto

Walk into Melto on a Saturday morning and you'll clock it immediately—this is where Watford's coffee snobs and brunch enthusiasts congregate. The vibe is unforced; wooden tables, decent lighting, and enough regulars nursing their flat whites that you know the beans are being taken seriously. You're on the High Street but it feels removed from the retail chaos—the kind of place where you'll sit for two hours with a book and nobody minds. The staff actually know what they're doing, which shouldn't be remarkable but genuinely is. Whether you're after a properly pulled espresso or something on toast, they don't mess about.