pulp.
Coffee shop · Ealing ·
Cafe and bakery offering scrollsants, cheese, charcuterie, and wine
Cafe and bakery offering scrollsants, cheese, charcuterie, and wine
"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
"For a pocket of village life in London look no further than Pulp. The cafe is a 10-minute walk from Ealing Broadway station, but worlds apart from the urban high street. Outside, tables spill onto the pavement and dachshunds shuffle around ankles trying to catch the crumbs of a scrollsant—a tasty, flaky, laminated brioche scroll stuffed with ‘things from the allotment.’ Regulars drop by with the familiarity of old friends—their coffee orders remembered and favourite bottle of wine plucked from the shelves lining one side of the cafe. Towards the front, students from the local college set up their laptops next to a table of provisions—fancy chocolate, plants, olives. The essentials, naturally. On any given day a dog walker could be refuelling with a spicy, oozy tuna melt, while the person on the table next to them pours over a broadsheet and sips a glass of wine. The comforting toasties alone are worth the walk from the high street. That, and the feeling of sitting in the country kitchen of someone with an open-door policy. photo credit: Koray Firat photo credit: Koray Firat photo credit: Koray Firat photo credit: Koray Firat Pause Unmute" - Sinéad Cranna
"Pulp is the amalgamation of Abbotshill Wine Bar and Burnt Norton, a cafe and bakery. If visions of a 2020 bingo card are rising behind the eyes, blink and persevere: the former eschews the catchy labels and the latter is literally named after a TS Eliot lyric poem, these are singular places, doing what they do well in an easy union. So, Burnt Norton’s “scrollsants” — laminated dough stuffed with either sticky almond or savoury cheese — and Abbotshill’s fridgefull of cheeses and charcuterie remain, offering a new, genuinely interdisciplinary place to pop in that Ealing previously lacked." - James Hansen
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