A friend of mine took me here a couple of months ago. At first I wondered where on earth she had brought me.
As I stepped inside I felt as if I had wandered through a time warp. I'm not quite sure which decade I was in but it certainly wasn't 2010.
I stumbled over one of the owners in full overalls fixing his vintage motorbike by the front door. It honestly felt like I was in their front room.
The decor was adorable. None of the tables and chairs match. I love the big rectangular table you can sit at with strangers, such a lovely touch. All the little nick nacks around the cafe (which I hear are also for sale) create a wonderful atmosphere. And what an atmosphere. It's part Parisienne part War-time, part bloody mental.
Through the back of the shop there is a little counter with a few cakes on offer. Behind the counter there are shelves heaving with battered tea cannisters all labelled with different teas I could barely pronounce. It's like a treasure trove for tea-lovers.
I had scones, jam and cream with assam tea. The scones were bloody marvellous and the tea exceptional. And all served in mismatched china tea sets which added to the charm.
The service was fast and totally silent. No-one ever said a word to me. Infact the entire place was really peaceful. People reading the sunday paper, friends nattering in the corner and an old gramophone propped up in the corner.
And the bill..? Just over £12 for three cream teas. Unbelievable.