Rendezvous Cafe

Exceptional Coffee & Welcoming Atmosphere Awaits

Ah, the curious contradictions of culinary establishments. I recently found myself at this nameless cafe, perched comfortably alongside the relentless hum of the M25 – that enchanting pathway to nowhere. Let’s address the elephant in the room promptly; dedication to cash-only transactions may undeniably lend an air of delightful quaintness – until you find yourself cursing inventively at their whimsical policy when confronted with the prospect of no ATM for a good walk's distance. If the juxtaposition of practicality with nostalgia is what you're after, you're right at home here. Seats abound under the radiant glow of fluorescent lights, with room enough for your carriages or lorries up to 7.5 tonnes, but beware: any dreams of a romantic waffle pay for two with a tap seem dubious, for banknotes are the only language spoken here.

On the bright side, the food could easily pacify one's creased thoughts about the scarcity of card machines. Bacon and sausages - so heralded they might as well stand for breakfast foundations, come thickly flanked by crème de la crème filter coffee, making for a morning orchestration both hearty and fine – truly exceptional by cafe standards, judging by the host of positive nods by my symphonic gastro-comrades. The staff, bless them, manage an environment chock full of cozily parked patrons efficiently, ensuring room aplenty maintains its promise of charm. The kitchen though hankers for either reverence or reform – tales oscillate between exceptional flavor journeys to abominable hand hygiene everarts cautioned. Would I return? Pack thy cash wagers wisely, leave your digits behind, and take your parental bliss (sans cards) to this food flirtation promising temptations au gustatory, & befuddlement pure. — Penelope Savory