Fuwa Fuwa Café

You'll find yourself on Dean Street surrounded by the usual Soho chaos, but step inside Fuwa Fuwa and it's all soft lighting and hushed contentment. The pancakes are genuinely the draw here—they arrive cloud-like, barely holding together, and you'll immediately understand why they've built a proper following. The matcha's worth the trip alone if you care about that sort of thing, and the coffee doesn't play second fiddle either. It's the kind of place you pop into for twenty minutes and suddenly lose an hour.