Like any savvy Londoner, the instant I see sunshine I hit the streets. Because you just don’t know when you will see that sun again! Yesterday was glorious. Glorious! Armed with a treasure map, my friend and I went out seeking the perfect coffee shop. We ambled over Tower Bridge into Shoreditch, snaking our way through tourists, sucking in every atom of sunshine and dazzling London-ness we could suck.
Shoreditch loves to surprise you. Rows and rows of respectable Victorian buildings line the alley, the narrow street curves, and then SMACK! there’s a cartoon acid trip or scrabble board painted onto an otherwise reasonable brick wall.
Somehow we ended up on Brick Lane (do all roads lead to Brick Lane?), found Redchurch St., and THERE, behold! Allpress Espresso. It’s across from The Painted Lady salon and a gigantic graffiti squirrel, but it doesn’t look hipster. In fact, its storefront is kind of boring. The music is chill (acoustic guitary, but not, like, peppered with industrial sounds or whiney folk political rants) and the décor is simple and pleasing. We slid onto a wooden bench, and sipped very decent lattes. The sandwiches were toasty and salty, with cool things in them. Success!
O London! You gave us not one, but TWO beautiful weekend days! We forgive you for the past 5 weeks of unholy cold and rain! We forgive you!!
(Better get off the internet and back outside, before you change your mind.)
Yes, yes it is. A giant roach with a baseball cap. O, Shoreditch! You amuse and alarm me.