Coffee Table Reading
A delightful luncheon date (cripes) with, um, @AnnaJCowen on Wednesday, as we both cycled the short distance from our SW8 base over to Brunswick House, the recently opened cafe housed within the Lassco architectural salvage yard.
I’ve been hearing good things about the new cafe set up South side of the river. It is run by Charlie and Frank, the two sons of Charlie Boxer, the joint owner of the Italo delicatessen in Bonnington Square.
What is so unique about Brunswick House is that all of your surrounding are for sale. We took a late morning coffee (double shot latte) outside on a beautifully restored mosaic trestle table. The £280 price tag might appear steep, but I know a very good home somewhere on the North Essex coast that would suit the artefact to perfection.
Vauxhall Cross was but a wrought iron gate away from our dining setting. The random styling of the architectural garden somehow managed to drown out all of the hurly bury of the busses and speeding cars passing through the centre of SW8.
With our coffee providing an extra boost, @AnnaJCowen and I set about the task of window shopping for pastures new. We took a leisurely stroll around Lassco, marvelling at the splendour of the period pieces within.
I could happily spend an entire afternoon there, not to mention an annual salary on some of the items for sale. A definite location to return to over the coming weeks, if not for the extra strong coffee, then certainly for the art deco style mosaic garden table.
14/07/2010 at 9:57 pm Permalink
Fabulous! I love Brunswick House - must make it down there to have a look around (and some coffee!)
15/07/2010 at 8:24 am Permalink
Shame about the wheel-tappers and shunters (railwaymens’) club which used to be there though, where I used to drink with Diamond Geezer and Peter the Iron 25 years ago.
16/07/2010 at 9:56 pm Permalink
The old CIU sign on the Brunswick House railway social club next to the Coade Stone frieze of rams skulls was just one small part of the surreal nature of Vauxhall Cross as it was before “regeneration”. The windowless concrete of the derelict Nine Elms cold store building used to emanate a certain sort of menace.