A taste of bitter love

"Named after an Aretha Franklin song, this coffee shop was small and rather lovely"

A taste of bitter love

On the way to work, I go through the Hackney Road, which connects Shoreditch with Hackney. This is a bleak road that consists of seemingly nothing other than wholesalers: furniture, clothes, office equipment, bags and shoes that could best be described as utilitarian. To add some warmth, there appeared a coffe bar with the delightful name: A taste of bitter love. I believe it is the title of an Aretha Franklin song.

Anyway, this tiny, kiosk-like coffe bar served a very decent coffee and a nice, select mix of home-made sandwiches. I had a particularly nice goat’s curd, courgette and pea shoots roll one, and although I could not claim to be a regular customer, it was an island of conviviality in a rather austere setting. Now it appears to have closed down and something small-scale and lovely has died.