There’s a sign above the door at Artisan Roasters on Broughton street; ” JK Rowling never wrote here”. This is is not a tourist destination in Edinburgh- unless you really like your coffee. Which we do. We lunge through the door at 10 am on a Saturday morning. Artisan is a grungy sort of space […]
Coffee
Is it just about the coffee to you? Because if it is, it would be nigh impossible to find a sweeter spot in London. I present to you, Prufrock Leather Lane. This place ticks practically every box. It’s the largest outpost of 2009 world barista champion Gwilym Davies caffeinated empire (the other is tucked inside […]
It’s a bloody lovely cup of coffee. Even if the beach down the road is a little bit rubbish. NB – rocks are not sand. And they kind of hurt my toes. We made our way down to Brighton to get a dose of seaside magic. We’d planned to eat some fish and chips and […]
We came to Stockholm in the hope of finding good coffee. Coffee and sandwiches. I blame Stieg Larsson. (There are no fewer than 92 separate mentions of coffee in the The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo). I guess catching murderous misogynists is thirsty work. Our weekend in Stockholm was much less dramatic. First thing on […]
It was the first place that made me think about moving to London. It was 2002. I was visiting my sister. I remember it was a cold and blustery Saturday and we had hauled ourselves over the Borough. “We need to get a coffee” she said. We wound our way to the back of the […]