The Coffee Shop in Kensington and Chelsea

First, the service is always fantastic. Friendly staff who are never too busy to stop and have a conversation with the customer. The coffee is much better than what you'll find from a high-street chain and the food is homemade and healthier. Recently they have also ventured into stone baked pizzas and even make their own bread on site. Gluten-free and vegan options also available. Cannot recommend these guys highly enough. 5 Stars all around!

Been going here for nearly 10 years and now they just keep putting their prices and up and filling the sandwiches with less filling. Won’t be going here anymore.

Ein sehr gemütliches inhabergeführtes Cafe in Chelsea. Sehr nette und aufmerksame Bedienung, sehr leckere Kaffeespezialitäten ( selbstverständlich mit Hafer, Coconut, Mandelaltetnativen zu Kuhmilch ). Das Frühstück ist von der Auswahl eher kleiner aber sehr gut . Die Zutaten sind immer frisch und vieles selbstgemacht. Porridge, Chiapudding , Avocadotoast, sehr leckerer Hummus.. Yummy Unsere Tochter ist Veganerin und fand es ausgesprochen lecker und selbst für uns, als Nicht Vegane Eltern war eine gute und leckere Auswahl vorhanden. Unser absoluter Favorit in Hydepark Nähe und wir kommen immer wieder gerne.

This is a family business and they so clearly take pride in their baking and their products. You will not be disappointed. Another thing is, they will deliver for you at a very reasonable charge unless it is extremely far away. Whenever we need anything delivered in London, it's always from Brownie Box. Don't miss their blondies!

Now this is a private members' club, so you cannot walk in off the street to eat an incredible meal. I was lucky enough to be invited to lunch by my beloved step-mother, wife of the dear man who took on the role of being my father for many years, himself a painter who mixed his own egg tempera and made my life and hers quite magical. This was our first face-to-face since his death, so apologies to the people sitting next to us, as I did sob quite a bit. I miss him terribly, and am awfully sorry that she is now a widow, as she loved him as much as I did. Counterpoint to such sadness was a sudden full-budget thunderstorm with hail, huge raindrops, and theatrical thunder, which everyone enjoyed, because nobody at Chelsea Arts is scared of lightning. They are all too old, or too brave or too deaf, and in the middle of this amazement, the food arrived. This is the kind of cooking that would tempt a dying child: small torn pieces of salty, milky, buttery Italian mozzarella, sprinkled with tiny cubes of fresh, intense, raw or perfectly cooked vegetables, transparent curls of cucumber and a warm, comforting, sweet-savoury and slightly mustardy dressing; the raising-up of simple stuff to perfect. My main course was river trout. A crispy skin as foil to the fall-apart perfect piece of tender fish bejewelled with a sprinkling of orange roe and other surprises. For a greedy person, these small, perfect portions were surprisingly satisfying, and their beauty on the plate was most painterly. For pudding, a perfect amount of blackberry clafoutis and a spoon-rolled dab of cold-coffee ice cream, but the icing on the cake - assuming I could squeeze any more in - was meeting Bryn and Hannah Terfel - recognised by my stepmother - in the street where my stepfather lived in the 1970s. If only I'd been pushy enough to follow them home for a sing-song. Perhaps next time. Three courses with two glasses of wine for two people, for a very reasonable £100.