Caffe Nero

I love Caffe Nero. Ask anyone who knows me — particularly my long-​suffering boyfriend — and they’ll assure you of the truth of that statement. And of all the Caffe Neros I’ve been to, this is my favourite.
From the outside it looks small — and whilst the inside isn’t huge, it’s more spacious than you’d expect, all down to the backroom. This is where I usually sit, as it has a comfy bench and tables big enough for my laptop, and a great big glass roof that makes it nice at bright inside.
Although I’ve been to Caffe Nero for both breakfast (yummy muffins) and lunch (nice paninis), I usually head there in the afternoon, park myself somewhere with my laptop, a coffee — the best I’ve tasted in any of the chains — and a cupcake or brownie, and sit and work for a couple of hours. The staff in this branch are always friendly, ready with a smile, and don’t seem to mind me camping out there. Which is why I go back again, and again, and again, and again, and again…

Caffe Nero at its best, especially if you fancy knowing how a goldfish feels. This glass triangle is fairly small, but funky. It’s within a couple of minutes walk of High Street Kensington station, and somewhere I find useful to meet friends. There are several tables on the street outside if you smoke, and the couple of times I’ve been there service has been friendly.