I have stopped into this tiny coffee shop, nestled in a railway arch, a few times as it is on my route after I drop the boy off. The coffee is nice, but it wasn’t until seeing the Roaster “Millie” in action that I could truly appreciate what they where doing there, drawn in by the smell wafting down the street.
The machine is massive, black and brass. The staff was excited to show off their equipment and their enthusiasm was infectious and held the interest of two small boys. Somewhere, hidden from view, the beans roast turning deep brown from raw green. It turns out roasting machines have a little viewing hatch so you can check their progress and another little window where you can see the flames, like a slightly cooler furnace.
I like the place as it manages to seem really opulent somehow. The decor is made of old doors and copper piping and the chairs don’t match, yet it somehow seeming Victorian, making the trains rumbling overhead cutting edge.