My Place Soho

You'll find My Place tucked into Berwick Street, that brilliantly chaotic strip where Soho actually feels like Soho—independent record shops, old boozer vibes, and locals who've been coming here for years. This is exactly the kind of place you stumble into mid-morning, order a flat white that's genuinely well-made, and end up staying for lunch because the food's straightforward and done right. No Instagram theatre, no seven-quid avocado toast—just a café that knows what it's doing and does it without fuss. The kind of spot where you'll see regulars catching up with the staff by name, which tells you everything about how unpretentious this place actually is.