My guidebook: Fuckoffee (coffee shop)
A delight for all the middle-aged passers-by (and, to the teacher’s horror, school groups), this East London coffee shop does its best to live up to its name and embody a peculiar aesthetic of performative edginess.
“Freshly burnt” pastries, a menu where every line is misspelt, strong coffee in disposable cups, lots of profanity-related paraphernalia, and omnipresent phallic and political symbolism (sometimes both).
As I remember, this coffee shop welcomed a relatively stable daytime population of laptop people; however, the London trend is to limit their presence, so one can never be sure.