Minimalism – there’s just something about it.
Something which makes people wanna sip inside
Do you take
Oak and oats or
Avocado and egg
on multi-grain toast?
Grab a friend
Over cake and brekky:
With roasted blends.
Bakes by big windows
And of course,
“That carroty-thing with frosting”
…plus 2 forks:
Continental Stores Espresso is a minimalist coffee shop and cakes stop right by Tavistock Place.
No more than a 15 minute walk away from big sister “Store Street Espresso”, CS has stuck to their ethos and spread their house “Square Mile” blend coffee across to their other end of Bloomsbury.
At CS, this brewed and honest goodness is served to you with the same kind of spacious intimacy that has long made the big sis so popular amongst students, tourists, and business-folk alike. Head to the back for some peace and quiet, or stay by the fore for window benches and bakes-galore. The day me and Jessie visited was the first day they were serving their all-new Millionaires shortbread slice.
One word: Beautiful; thick gooey caramel with…a hint of healthy? I could taste something like date. It was lovely, although I never did get to find out what was in it. The staff said ‘chocolate’. I said fair enough.
Cakes are a staple here; pastries too. Order brunch or stay for lunch – since the sandwiches, soups and French toast will be calling out for you. Bring your laptop and arrive before noon to grab a seat (CS is far smaller than their sister-ship branch), but have trying to tear yourself away: Drinking coffee here is a form of meditation in itself.
UCL students: This place is a conveniently close call to procrastinate, and makes for the perfect post-lecture escape.
The store is tranquil, airy, fresh, cosy, and friendly; you get the impression that its quality over quantity. I’d say it is, and rightly so.
The final verdict is: We cannot wait to come back. CS, you have lured us with your space and bright simple charm.
See you soon!
“Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences…I was a child, which meant that I knew a dozen different ways of getting out of our property and into the lane, ways that would not involve walking down our drive.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane