Épicerie at Orrery

You're on Marylebone High Street—that stretch that somehow manages to feel village-like despite being dead centre—and you've ducked into Épicerie, the café extension of the Orrery restaurant next door. It's compact and unhurried, all pale wood and natural light, with the kind of counter display that makes you linger over decisions. The pastries are actually French (not just French-*style*), the coffee's properly pulled, and there's a whole side of the operation devoted to selling the kind of ingredients and provisions you'll actually want to cook with. It's not trying to be anything other than what it is: a neighbourhood spot that happens to have serious pedigree behind it.