Towpath
Cafe · De Beauvoir Town ·
Sunny canal-side cafe serving fresh, seasonal plates & coffee
Sunny canal-side cafe serving fresh, seasonal plates & coffee
"Some call it the Towpath queue, we call it the ultimate excuse to “embrace nature” (covet strangers’ eyewear in the presence of a horny mallard and dogs destined for Marley Bones modelling contracts). At the slightest wink of sunshine, this stretch of Regent’s Canal, near Haggerston, turns into a gorgeous little catwalk for cult taramasalata fans and people who rightfully get the tingles at the sight of this seasonal cafe’s blackboard menu. The Towpath line isn’t a bore, it’s London’s most dopamine-inducing warm-up act. DINKWADs in Sézane, former Hollywood starlets" - jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley
"Towpath is so summery that it’s, quite literally, only open when the season is right. The Hackney canal-side spot is always rammed. The sandwiches and salads and things on toast—from confit garlic and goats’ curd, to enormous bull’s heart tomatoes—are all simple and delicious." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
"Thanks to Towpath, our mascot for summer ‘25 is the horny moorhen we recently saw gliding up Regent’s Canal, flirting with abandon and sporting the exact shade as Loewe’s burnt red flamenco bag. Other than witnessing the local wildlife’s wooing techniques, this cult seasonal cafe has a dopamine-inducing formula of kitsch vintage plates, sunny blobs of mustard, and hot pink radishes with smoky taramasalata. Utilise the queue for vitamin D absorption." - rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, sinead cranna
"Of course we love Towpath. We have so much in common—we both love kitsch plates, sausage sandwiches, and hibernating for the entirety of winter. This seasonal, walk-in-only Hackney cafe is so charming it’s capable of making sitting by a canal—generally a pretty ominous, high risk of bird flap attack activity—feel positively romantic. Such is the power of mojo verde, colour-pop tables, and debuting your new sunglasses to Regent Canal’s hottest mallards." - daisy meager, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, heidi lauth beasley, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, jake missing, daisy meager, sinead cranna, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, sinead cranna, jake missing, heidi lauth beasley, heidi lauth beasley
"Every spring, Towpath comes out of hibernation and London’s baggy, striped linen elite descend on this canalside cafe near Haggerston station armed with Le Specs sunglasses and a pre-scripted excuse for why they’ve been offline for four hours on a Wednesday. Hot pink radishes are dipped in taramasalata, mallards get flirty on Regent’s Canal, and when it’s sunny, everyone leans back and lets their scorching reptilian brains order a second glass of orange wine. Warning: high likelihood of discussing canal boat ownership ahead. Rescue dog named Frank, Bowie, or Patti 2 minutes for every degree celsius" - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna