Dump the kitchen and have coffee with the neighbours .. sometimes
And so it came to pass that decent coffee arrived at last in my part of Islington. And lo! The multitude did flock to the little cafe and ate of the sourdough bread and drank of the Americano and knew that it was good. And it was good. And neighbour said unto neighbour; “It’s just as well that we didn’t have a huge row about that noisy party you had recently, because otherwise that would have been a very embarrassing cup of coffee.”