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"For a pocket of village life in London, look no further than Pulp in Ealing. On warm days, tables spill on to the pavement and dachshunds shuffle around ankles trying to catch the crumbs of a scrollsant—a brioche pastry stuffed with ‘things from the allotment’. And like all the best countryside pit stops, strangers chat in the queue with the familiarity of old friends. Nobody is in a rush here. Grab your spicy, oozy tuna melt to go and stroll over to Walpole Park, or do like the person on the table next to you and pour over a broadsheet while sipping a glass of wine. Just be sure to pop into the quaint greengrocer next door when you do eventually leave." - sinead cranna