|Posted by [email protected] on November 28, 2011 at 11:10 AM||comments (0)|
Last Saturday my friend Alan and I had a delicious lunch at the Danish Church near Regent's Park. We were going to stay in the area and attend a concert by friends at the Forge, Delancey Street, Camden. As we walked along Delancey Street, where I have never been before, we came across a most fascinating shop: Camden Coffee Company. It was closed, but the proprietor came to the door and welcomed us in. The smell of coffee permeated the air, there were big sacks of coffee all over the floor, and roasting and grinding equipment, some of it more than 100 years old. The proprietor, a Greek Cypriot, told us about his business, the roasting and grinding etc. and I bought some coffee from him. We left the shop with him and walked together to Caponata, the restaurant attached to the Forge music venue. He told us his coffee was sold in there. So we went in and ordered coffee, and I can honestly say I have never tasted better coffee in my life! I would urge everyone to go and taste it. To end the day, the concert was delightful, and all the time I was listening to the music I could smell the aroma of the coffee in my shopping bag.
|Posted by [email protected] on November 28, 2011 at 11:05 AM||comments (2)|
One Sunday evening I was sitting in the Cockpit Pub, St. Andrew's Hill in the City of London with my Open University friends enjoying a drink and stimulating conversation. Suddenly the landlord came over and said the pub was closing (it was around 7.45pm). We were a bit surprised that it was closing so early and got engaged in a conversation with the landlord. When he heard I was a City guide he proceeded to tell us about the history of the pub - the cockfights that took place there with people watching from the gallery which is still partly in place. He took us upstairs to the gallery and to the tiny rooms above the bar. But the highlight was a trip down to the cellar. It is known that William Shakespeare owned the house and it is believed that he was a closet catholic. And we were shown what would appear to be a so-called 'priest hole' in the cellar. It really made our pub visit to see what the normal visitor to the pub wouldn't realise was there.