Tea House Theatre

The cakes are scattered around the room, kept safely under their little glass dome, much alike the rose in Beauty & the Beast (I can’t help it that is what those things make me think about all the time). Much akin to the random spread of cakes, the furniture itself is an ode to the Brownian motion – which is really what the theatre is behind the curtains.

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Tart

The┬ácabin-like wooden interior, together with the baskets of croissants and madeleines lying about quickly made me think of a chalet when entering tart. Surely enough, chalets aren’t necessarily French but I can’t control my thought processes all that much.

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Shoreditch Grind

It is appropriate that Shoreditch Grind has a name reminiscent of “the daily grind”, as that is what it ultimately seems to be. Just like its apparent sister, London Grind, the place entices you with neon signs and logos such as “sex, coffee and rock n roll”, but it’s questionable how well it delivers.

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Brickwood

As the last days of English summer arrive, it would be a shame not to kick back and relax somewhere with a nice terrace; soak up the sun and that Vitamin D while you still can! Luckily Clapham is a great spot for that, with most cafes and restaurants extending onto the pavement. Great for people watching, great for a getting that tan a bit darker.

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Yumchaa (Camden)

The Japanese generally believe that there is one way of doing anything – and their culture is quite keen on keeping that way, whilst also ritualistically perfecting it. There is wisdom in that – there is a reason why things are done, for example brewing tea, that nobody in this city seems to care about.
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Cafe Route

Dried chilies hanging from the ceiling, accompanied by the odd smoked pig leg, channel the two great loves of my life: spice and pork. The Route Cafe sprawls outside onto Dalston Square – a boon if this summer hadn’t proved to be so wet.

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La Petite Bretagne (Clapham)

Crepes have always been for me something that my mother makes for the Sunday family lunch if she can’t be bothered to make anything more complex, or something that you perhaps buy on the street from one of the food vendors. I don’t think I will be able to understand how an entire restaurant seems to be centered around it, and it truth La Petite Bretagne proved me right.

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