Sunflower Kitchen

Discover London's Hidden Italian Gem

In the labyrinth of London's bustling streets, where every cafe claims a sliver of authenticity, this tucked-away delight just off Regent Street feels like stumbling upon Diagon Alley: hidden, magical, and teeming with heartwarming spells. The atmosphere is what you'd imagine walking into a loving Nonna's house in the Tuscan hills might feel like – equal parts chaotic and blissfully welcoming. This particular Italian gem, clearly unaffected by the antiseptic quality of corporate chains nearby, wraps itself around you with all the comfort of a warm, hand-knitted scarf on a drizzly day. True to its roots without feeling the need to pose, the cafe serves an audaciously unfussy menu that pays cheeky homage to both the lands of brash breakfasts—English and American—and silken cappuccino dreams.

The clutter of orders—from towering pancakes to rich aubergine Parmigiana—all makes sense when it unfolds on your plate, each dish served humbly yet with confident freshness. And the espresso? It does not merely wake you up; it asserts a vivacious parade upon your palate, marching boldly alongside delectable homemade creations that would send other cafes shuffling home in disgrace. Despite the whirlwind of customers vying for a seat—or a lovingly-packed takeaway—the host from central casting ensures you feel you're the only one who matters. I'd steer adventurous diners away from West End's faceless menus for something this uniquely warm and undeniably authentic, a love letter to the essence of delightful little spots marvelously embodying the soul of Italy amidst London's concrete sprawl. — Penelope Savory