All those possibilities. That morning, it seemed the streets held a little magic in them, too. There’s a lot of life in Seven Dials, a lot to explore. Here’s how I do it.
Days need settling into; I’m not someone who ever manages to get a head start. If it’s a Saturday, and my Friday night has been the ideal – ribeye at Hawksmoor Seven Dials and a river of red wine – coff ee is the day’s fi rst must, a sharpener for edges dulled by a late night. Few places are better than Monmouth Coff ee which, with its heavy paint, black frontage and white copperplate logo, always reminds me of old newspaper clippings.
Their coffee is laid out like sweets in a sweetshop, for those really into it, but staff keep it simple when all that’s needed is a double espresso to pull the mind together. Then to St. JOHN Bakery. People rightly adore the doughnuts, but I like the almond croissants best; on that first bite, the sugar puff s up into a little ball, invariably coating the nose, and I feel like a child.