Cafe couture

I am blogging to you from one of my favourite cafes in this city -

The Breakfast Club in Hoxton

(although it was their Angel branch that got me hooked)

It is no coincidence that it is Antipodean of origin. We Austrazealanders just know how to make a good cuppa. Fact.

Though, in the interests of accurate journalism, it is not strictly speaking a coffee I am shlurping.

(NO JUDGING!!! It's summer in the city. This, like, never happens here.)

Also? You heard it here first: they are shooting something outside here with a Keira Knightley lookalike. Ooh la la!

Beer-y Funny

One thing I will miss about N19 is the feeling of being framed by a gaggle of glorious gastro-pubs. Also: I love when the opportunity for a funny is observed and fulfilled - why not be amusing or wry or clever? Why not elicit smiles or chuckles or guffaws? (I love a good guffaw!) Suffice to say, I am a big fan of the microbrewery at the always excellent Junction Tavern.

Shame I can't stand the taste of beer. I am a shitty excuse for an Oy-strine.

To Life!

So the other day I ventured down to Brick Lane on my own and had a fabulous martini. I was so impressed with the description (I so enjoy literary excellence in menus) that I copied it for your enjoyment.

Columbia Martini

(mango vodka, lavender, lemon, love)

Take your senses for a stroll down the old Victorian shop-lined flower market of the East End. Officially Mary Poppins' favourite cocktail. (And she drank on the job!)

I am an unashamed sucker for twee. This is one of the reasons I love you, London!