In the inevitable small talk of freshers week, someone asked if I had adjusted to the city and found my local watering hole. I answered with a straight face that yes, I found my tea and cake place. Because that’s what it’s all about. Meet Lovecrumbs, my peaceful sugary refuge of baking delights, host to cushioned seating in the front window and at the back piano.
My delayed wifi situation was the perfect excuse to frequent this place Quite Often, and I seem to be unable to shake the habit. Yesterday afternoon, the Monkey and I stopped in for post-cycle-round-the-Meadows slices of cake. I also brought a canvas bag of notebooks and my laptop to tackle my pre-semester organisation.
Lovecrumbs has a new [literal] cabinet of fresh cakes every day with seasonal ingredients and mismatched plates. My top three so far are the caramel chocolate brownie, the rose or violet chocolate tart, and their pistachio and cardamom cake.
Something about being in a lovely café inspires calm and eases overwhelming tasks, don’t you think?
P.S. Why I Write in Coffeeshops