I always said if I ever had a coffee shop (hey, I used to work in Starbucks...) it would be an uber chilled mix of clean caffeine, vintage clothes and old records. I should put a halt on any plans though, took a cheeky trip down Brick Lane yesterday and found my way to 'The Vintage Emporium.' Sign of a good coffee shop = soya milk and not wanting to leave. The entrance holds a sign saying 'Welcome Home,' but far from being a twee sentiment, two hours later, curled up on the sofa with a rather friendly and greying dog sat at my feet, I could see why. The chai was fresh, the wall covered in a suitable amount of useless junk and the staff laidback and friendly. Escape the city today.
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