I found this caff by Shoreditch High St totally random, even by my standards. With a man wearing a fluroeslent yellow vest sitting by the window, I thought I had stumbled upon a proper workers caff. Maybe I did, still not sure. A little eastern european lady was running the show and rather oddly when I asked for brown toast she said she only had one slice. But hey, I secretly love white buttered toast so no problem. I rate this place 3 tea cups.
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