From the outside, The Bridge looks like your average greasy spoon. Inside, and especially upstairs, the coffee house looks like the result of squeezing every piece of gilded French regency furniture from The Palace of Versailles into a space the size of a tube carriage, in other words: breathtaking bliss!
I met Bee there for Sunday afternoon coffee and gossip although no coffee was consumed nor gossip shared for at least the first 15 minutes while I gawped and snapped my camera at the curios deco. Despite being in uber trendy Shoreditch, the vibe is welcoming and unfussy with friends sprawled out on the love seats as if in their own living room, chatting carelessly and humming to the classical music. And, most importantly, the coffee is good and the sweet baklava is moreish.
The Bridge is unlike any coffee shop I’ve been to before and now the place I plan to take all my out-of-town friends to show off “my” city. Next time I succumb to a Costa Coffee, it’s going to feel like a betrayal!
The Bridge Coffee House
15 Kingsland Road