The size of a tea chest and intricately decorated with all sorts of old coffee tins, mysterious bottles and labels stuck to the tables so you think you’re eating off a well travelled person’s suitcase. It’s all very nice with an intimate elbows-in feeling. There’s French press coffees, plenty of teas (including authentic mate) and a few snacks. A waitress who looks like an 18-year-old Nana Mouskouri may try to seduce you into something quichey, but we suggest you don’t go if you’re hungry.