
Old Street, London on a sunny September day
At the point where Old Street segues from a slightly rough East End highway to a City road for the middle classes, is Look Mum No Hands!, a café-cum-bike shop. Yesterday morning, prompted by its inclusion on a Time Out list of the best coffee in London, man and I paid a visit.
At Saturday lunchtime the place was full of lycra-clad cyclists and plebs. We ordered at the counter, where neon tyre-levers and winter cycling gloves sit alongside pies, vast croquettes and piles of stodgy-looking cakes and pastries, perfect for hungry cyclists. Bikes hang off the wall, some old, some new. The one behind man in this picture is a gorgeous sixties track bike from Birmingham. It was for sale, for what I thought a very reasonable £650; the bike’s design was cutting-edge at the time, and it has been beautifully restored. The bike curios around the room would keep me entertained for hours.

Man and his coffee, with a rather sexy bike
I’m a bit of a fusspot about coffee – it has to have a mild, but definite flavour for me to drink it. Sadly for man, LMNH strikes this balance perfectly (their coffee comes from Square Mile Coffee, just down the road) and I drank rather a large slug of his cappuccino. My jacket potato with baked beans (I’d done a spin class that morning and needed sustenance) came smothered in butter, almost making up for the lack of crispy skin. A café can be forgiven for not oven-baking its jackets if they put enough dairy fat on the skin to make it delicious nevertheless.
LMNH does beer and so on, and is open till 10pm. They do bike-y events – they’ve been showing the Tour of Britain – and have a bike repair workshop on site. And as the picture below shows, they had two happy customers.

Happy customers!