This might be the happiest place on earth.
I was walking along Regents Canal when I saw this sign. It was noonish. I hadn't eaten. What more invitation might I need? My only fear was that I might be lead to some ironic hipster place that only did oats.
Then there was this sign. I found this reassuring.
And I needn't have worried because the Happy Cafe is godamm perfect. A textbook cafe. Look up 'cafe' in the dictionary and this is what you find. Look up 'happy' in the dictionary and this is what you find. Also 'egg', 'bacon', 'chips' and 'beans'. It makes for an especially efficient dictionary.
Look at this. Gorgeous. The chips look to have been aligned by geology, like a giants causeway, abutting an Irish Sea of beans. The egg gazes unblinking at you, a poultry Sauron, a chickeny Cyclops, a hen-based Hitotsume-kozō. The bacon? The bacon abides.
A magnificent interior. Flags. A4 signs. Condiments contained in neat plastic baskets.
All watched over by the patron saint of cafes.
With a free sweet! Absolutely joyful. The weather for the last few weeks has apparently been characterised by 'anticyclonic gloom'. This is the antidote. It's a brilliant place. Get yourself to the Happy Cafe.
(I googled the Happy Cafe just now, to get the address for the title. And found this post. I've been there before. Because of course I have. Different chairs. Still flawless)