Day 2 of my challenge takes me towards Charlotte Street once more. Basically, No 26 looks like everything I desire. With not a scrap of advertising in sight, my eyes are immediately drawn to the diet Coke in the icebox (see how my mind works?). Still, it’s in a bottle with a cap the women behind the counter has to take off for me.
See? No fluorescent lights! And natural wood fibres. And chalk. And a cake with pink icing on top… It all feels too good and, after tasting one of their baguettes, it is.
So, I start chatting to said woman and she tells me there’s a couple of other cafes owned by the same team behind No 26. I forgive them. They’re not selling out. They have a barista with a beany on for Chrissakes!
Where? No 26
When? 13.15, Tuesday. A lone straggler sits out the front eating his sarnies.
What? Artisan baguettes.
Fit for a puppet? Very much so. Nothing better than an artisan baguette that is indeed artisan.
Chain-free success? At least their sister cafes have the decency to change their name per location.