Our little slice of Miami Vice. The first Breakfast Club baby outside of London wouldn’t look out of place on Ocean Drive with Rico Tubbs enjoying his morning flat white on the outside benches.
Now you may be thinking that Christmas won’t be the same, that maybe you need to hold back, that for some reason it might not be quite as good as other years and that maybe we just look forward to 2021. But listen, we’re all in, head first, Sleigh bells ringing, Rudolf red nosing, eggnogging, roasted sprouting, snogging under the mistletoe (well maybe not that) because if we’ve learnt anything this year it’s that we find a way and nothing but nothing is going to stop us getting ourselves the Christmas we all deserve.
Ps. We’ve used artistic license, taken our favourite quote from our favourite Christmas Film - Love Actually - and swapped ‘love’ for ‘Christmas’ - but hey, let’s get the shit kicked out of us by love too!
There was also a time they called us a hipster hangout but thankfully that was just a passing phase. We don’t profess to being cool, because we’re not.
We make comfort food.
We make warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of your stomach food. We make ‘is my gran in your kitchen?’ food. We make ‘3 star ethically sourced good for the planet’ food.
Everyone is welcome. Me, your mum, my grandad, your uncle Albert, little Jonnie and all our best pals. Everyone is welcome.
At one point we tried to save the world with varying degrees of success. But we’ll leave that to Greta as we feel she’s doing a much better job. We’ll stick to being a caf and supporting our local communities.
Release your inner cafness.