The land around the Cat’s Back is increasingly given over to modern residential developments, but this wonderful, bohemian community pub (revamped in 2014) continues to plough its own singular furrow; it’s the kind of eccentric, genuinely alternative place that’s all too rare in this corner of the city. Locals gather conspiratorially round the cosy main bar, a fire-warmed cabin decked out with intriguing tat.
There are real ales and a handful of wines, all sold by the glass. That whirr you hear in between three-minute snatches of indie din is a dumb waiter, lowering the likes of lamb kofta or rib-eye steak; you can also eat in an upstairs room where live bands play amid Nick Cave prints and vintage artwork. The cat’s miaow, and no mistake.