I like a good coffee and I love a good café but I may be the first to admit that I am sometimes more than a little intimidated to visit some of the uber cool joints in London, ...alone at least.
I just don't feel quite Hip enough. My Bike is pretty... but not bespoke, my chin is broad, but bare, I wear a helmet and sometimes sport high viz... and I don't even own a pair of skinny jeans, let alone a pair that I can fit into and then roll up past my commuter calves, on one side.
So sometimes I just like to roll into the local country café and worry all the locals with my odd choice of shorts and funny shoes.
In the Kingdom of the blind the one eyed man is King.