First port of call for restocking the tummy was at novelist Jeanette Winterson’s Spitalfields eatery
…where after a couple of lattes and beautiful brown bread sandwich with ham and Dijon mustard flavoured to perfection, and a wee while watching the world go by from the pavement seats, in the hands of charming and attentive staff and it almost made me forget we hadn’t slept for thirty hours!
Big Ape Diary 