We have a vegan cafe at the end of our road which opened just before Christmas.
I suspect it would describe itself as part of Brixton’s foodie reinvention but it’s firmly in Stockwell and we have claimed it as our own.
The cafe has an adjacent shop with every conceivable pulse, nut and rice, not to mentions large detergent refills. There’s something quite thrilling about the little levers that pour various pulses into our pots and paper bags and I resist the urge to watch them overfill and rapidly cover the floor…
