A few Sundays ago we found ourselves at a loose end, and decided to take a wander around the City of London. With practically everything closed on a Sunday (although a thriving financial hub during the week, limited housing makes it quietly eerie come the weekends) we were happy to stumble across an open branch of Taylor St Baristas.
They make some seriously good coffee. I rarely get a buzz from caffeine but their delicious flat white really got me. There is little more pretentious than walking towards Shoreditch raving about the small and expensive cup of liquid in your hand, but at least neither of us were wearing a pair of skinny brightly coloured jeans.