Saturday, April 14, 2012

Spring day trip with Pip

And so it was, that I finally allowed myself two back to back days off from work which coincided with Pip. What to do? As Pip was feeling a little under the weather we decided that a trip to a new cafe could be on the cards. There are still a fair few 'famed' cafes and coffee bars in London that we are yet to visit, but we are starting to make inroads into that list.

Today's coffee shop was Shoreditch Grind which is a little indie coffee bar in... Shoreditch. This required quite the tube ride, luckily it was nice and easy to find after we arrived at our stop. Shoreditch Grind is almost a great coffee shop, nice decor, great coffee, a sense of being there because you like coffee and so does everybody else makes for a pleasant and inspired experience. We forgave the ridiculously uncomfortable seats as we flicked through a brochure about the up coming London Coffee Festival (Which I MUST attend).

A flat white, a latte and an espresso were consumed along with a pastry and just as we were about to leave I decided to ask about the coffee blend that our drinks were made from... The flustered girl at the counter replied with "Do you want to buy some?", explaining that I was just interested to know what I had just consumed, she asked her colleagues who could only give me the following answer... "It's a secret"... Seriously? I'm disappointed.

So off to Westfield we went. Why? Because I had never been to the Olympic area of London before and I was interested in this huge place. It was indeed huge, it was also crowded. If you were to put too many people in a mall and then double that number, you'd probably be close to imagining how many people were there. Each shop was like climbing onto the tube during peak time. That said I got some new shoes and a top from River Island.

I look like a poser here but I took this to show Pip the t-shirt as she wasn't allowed in the changing room
We also stopped at a little Kiwi cafe called 'Grind' (Unrelated to the earlier coffee bar). Pip had been twice before and while explaining how both times she saw the waitresses walking around aimlessly with coffees and cake trying to find their owners, we witnessed precisely that. Not once but twice. Seriously?

Pip and her flat white at Grind

'Grind' at Stratford Westfield