Part of the Cake Café’s whimsical charm lies in the act of walking through a ribbon-and-stationery-filled printing press to get to the leafy courtyard it sits beside. The glass-walled café itself is a quaint collection of rickety tables, jugs of wildflowers, and cushion-strewn benches facing the open kitchen—stealing glances of the chefs rolling out cookie dough and carefully icing the Guinness chocolate cakes. There are few activities as comforting as tucking into a plate of the legendary tomato and beans on thick sourdough toast with a coffee (served in delicate, mismatched china cups and saucers) while the rain pelts against the windows. Pick up a box of miniature cupcakes, packaged adorably and sustainably in egg cartons, on your way out.

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