"This Farringdon caff was made for couples who want to be together, but also do their own thing. It’s a judgement-free zone for sipping cans of Coke and messing about on your respective phones or spreading butter over a spread of broadsheets and mugs of strong tea. The green booths at Beppe’s Café are the kind that threaten to bring on a post-breakfast nap, not energetic nattering. And eating these comforting fry-ups—plates piled high with crispy-edged sausages, charred rashers of smoky bacon, and decadent slices of fried bread—in reverential, sleepy silence feels correct." - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna