Rushing down what seemed to be the Greenwich equivalent of Diagon Alley (more because of the shape of the street and the quirkiness surrounding it), we entered Red Door, or what could have arguably been at some point an opium den. Without the opium or the prostitutes, but the red lighting, the furniture, the busy buzz of it was all there.
Camera: Nikon D80, Nikkor 50mm lens
Not that I’ve ever been to one, considering they were in fashion mostly in the 19th century. The owner (I assume) was bubbly and quickly seated us at a table, happily chatting and making jokes. I do warn you that if you decide to place yourself next to the door or cakes, there will be an endless shuffle of trying to get to the cakes, people coming in and never closing the door (then there’s a draft), so make sure you’re in a corner or a more shielded position.
The tea was as most teas are in cafes – slightly bland, and not incredibly exciting. The carrot cake was quite delicious however, moist, with some added crunchiness from nuts, and the icing wasn’t too sweet or heavy, even though Anca disliked it. I must say I always avoid putting icing on carrot cake. That said, most cafes add icing anyway so I can’t really hold it against them.