Oh, it has been a longtime since I did a ‘Top Ten Tuesday’ but the section is back and I am raring to go.
If you know me at all, then you know I love coffee and I love hanging out in coffee shops.
Whether it’s reading the Sunday papers, working or just having breakfast with the boys on the beach, it is one of my favourite things to do.
So, today, my Top Ten Tuesday is all about the places where I love to drink coffee – be that cafes, hotels, or even motorway service stations – yes really.
The Clipper, Shaldon
Set on the beach in the village opposite ours, this is my favourite place. The coffee is good, the staff are so friendly (and many are now friends) and the view is amazing. Whether you watch the sun come up with a skinny flat white, draw out an American while waiting for the snow to ease up (it didn’t) or cradle a large latte as you try to piece the pieces together of your next book, no one is there trying to get you to drink up, and the temptation is to always have just one more before packing up and paddling your way back to the car.
The W, London
Just as I love coffee, I also love London and I love the W Hotel. Be warned, a night there can be as costly as a last-minute week in Spain, but if it’s just a coffee are after in a totally fabulous setting, this has to be it. Nestled in the heart of theatre land, The W is a great place to sit down, sip coffee (or cocktails) and watch beautiful people in a beautiful setting.
The Oystercatcher, Teignmouth
From the bustling streets of Soho to the cobbles of this south Devon seaside town – you really couldn’t get much different, but I love the Oystercatcher. Forget fancy and think basic, but with a soul and a coffee that can warm your cockles even if you have fallen in the cold waters while paddle boarding – not me, obviously. Oh, and they do a pretty good breakfast and you can take dogs too, which is a winner in my book.
The Sacred Cafe, Carnaby Street
Just steps away from my old Cartoon Network offices, The Sacred Cafe is a gem hidden away from the London masses. Originating in New Zealand, this quirky, dark gourmet coffee establishment is close to my heart. It’s where I told my best friend I was pregnant, where I went before handing my notice into a scary boss, it was the place where I nursed a strong cappuccino in the hours after the 7/7 bombings and it is where my husband and I would sit and plan our wedding. If you haven’t been, go.
The drive back to Marlow, or back to Devon, really isn’t bad but it isn’t complete without a tall, skinny wet latte from the Starbucks drive-through at Membury on the M4. No bells, no whistles, only the odd tried person asking ‘are we there yet’ and do remember, dogs can’t go in!
This fab, family run coffee shop is the best in Marlow and we love it. Strong coffee, great eggs on toast and the cakes are pretty good too.
We drove past this unassuming lifestyle store many times when we first came down to Devon, deciding where to live. It was only when I met with a friend for a catch up, did I realise the true magic of Nkuku. Yes, the shop is beautiful and sells a range of products that combine timeless design with natural materials, but as much as I adore their leather notebooks and eclectic homewares, it’s the power packed flat whites served in locally sourced mugs that win me over every time. Go at Christmas and it is a magical experience not to be missed.
The Glorious Art House, Exeter
Walk past John Lewis, Jack Wills and past the other High Street staples in the centre of Exeter and if you follow Fore Street you will come across the Glorious Art House. It does what it is says on the tin – it is a Glorious Art House. Bright and vibrant with a side of sass and a big slab of delicious cake with your coffee. As well as being the home of PR School workshops in Exeter, it also hosts a number of arty events and is run by Rosy, one of the loveliest ladies I know.
Fowey Hall, Cornwall
If I won the lottery, I would check in as a long-term resident at Fowey Hall in Cornwall. It really is my favourite place in the world. We have stayed here many times and as you arrive you really do feel as if you are going home. There is nothing quite like sitting out of the terrace with a latte, the complimentary homemade flapjacks and watching the boats sail past on the estuary below.
Cafe Three Sixty, Bovey Tracey
When Dartmoor meets Shoreditch, you end up with Cafe Three Sixty. A random combination I know, but this cool, quirky bike cafe is a stroke of Devon genius and transports you from the damp moors to the bike streets of Soho the moment you walk in the door. I have a soft spot of this cafe as it was the venue for my first PR School workshop but it is a regular meeting place for me and my friends after the school run and if you want to totally escape and work somewhere out-of-the-way, the upstairs space of this converted garage has your name written all over it.
Got a cool coffee spot you think I would like, let me know.
Have a great Tuesday.