Guy Fawkes Inn

You're walking past the Minster and suddenly the facades narrow—this is where Guy Fawkes Inn sits, all crooked beams and uneven floorboards that've hosted drinkers since 1644. Order a pint at the bar, find yourself a corner near the latticed windows, and you'll understand why locals keep coming back. It's the kind of place where everyone from students to retirees pulls up a stool, and nobody's performing for Instagram. The building's got stories baked into its bones, and the bar staff actually know their ales.