And, the coffee wasn't the best coffee I've had by any means.
And there was no wifi.
So. Overall, not exactly my best visit to a coffee shop for elevenses. Maybe I went on an off day, but I'm not sure I would go back again.
Sometimes, all that is needed is a slice of cake and a hot bevvy. Especially for elevenses, and that's exactly what myself and my darling mother stopped off for at the Broca, in Brockley. Right opposite the train station, it is a brilliant stop off before scooting into the city, and I love the atmosphere of the coffee shop. It's a bit like strolling into a bohemian grandmother's living room - rugs and blankets strewn over mismatched comfy sofas and armchairs, kooky wall art and no two mugs are the same. Got to love a bit of quirk, I felt right at home. I punted for a soy latte (£2.50) and a slice of lemon and poppy seed cake (about £2.50 although I now can't remember...). I like soya milk as an alternative to regular milk, especially because the lattes at the Broca are generally made with full fat milk and that sloshes around in my stomach and is a bit...claggy, for want of a better word. Makes a change anyway. As enticing as the lemon and poppy seed cake looked, it was disappointing. Sure, it was zesty with lemon, but it was the cardinal sin of sponge cakes... DRY. It was an incredibly dry bake. The icing on the top added some relief, but unfortunately with a distinct lack of any kind of buttercream in the middle or something of that ilk, there was just a square of mediocre sponge on my plate. Disappointing to say the least.
And, the coffee wasn't the best coffee I've had by any means. And there was no wifi. So. Overall, not exactly my best visit to a coffee shop for elevenses. Maybe I went on an off day, but I'm not sure I would go back again.
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In Shoreditch? Want a really chilled coffee? Pop on down to Translate. I was meeting a friend I hadn't seen in absolutely bloody ages and she suggested that we go to somewhere new where she's been dying to go. I met her there and Translate has a really nice chilled vibe, really beatnik and (dread to say this) "trendy". At some points, maybe the cafe was a wee bit too chilled - it certainly wasn't the quickest service I've ever had. But, the coffee (skinny latte, £2.50) was pretty darn good. And what's even nicer is that we were there for two hours, one coffee apiece was all that we had bought, but they weren't trying really hard to get us to move along or get the fuck out in a polite/impolite way. The staff were more than content for us to while away our time chit chatting away there. We didn't really pick the best day to go - they were installing a projector right next to us when we went. However, the atmosphere was nice and the happy hour looks like a blast. When I had a gander at the food delivered to the table next to us, I had food envy. I think I will deffo have to be popping back to Translate for brunch soon! (Must remember they have a five pound card minimum however).
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