Lulu's

Herne Hill's Sensational Delicacies and Friendly Faces

When I sauntered over to Lulu's in Herne Hill, it was with the aroma of anticipation—one that, despite a few unexpected twists and bewitched pork sandwiches, did not flop into despair. Entering this delicatessen-cum-wine bar is akin to visiting an overcrowded family reunion: a hubbub of enthusiastic chatter, a splendid chaos of aromas from richly stocked continental meats and cheeses that whisper sweet nothings. Behind the counter, bread choice hangs like an existential dilemma, flaunting more variety than a Baker Street crossword. Here, coffee is brewed with devotion; Louis and Fleur practice their impressive alchemy with beans, offering up a liquid soul-warming rite of passage that creates loyal caffeine disciples.

The staff at Lulu’s are the ensemble cast of this spirited drama, earnest in their culinary roles, occasionally awkward but charming enough to warrant repeat performances. Amelia waves her wand of warm smiles, turning glum commuters into acquainted patrons, while Dom ingeniously crafts coffee masterpieces and sandwiches swathed in mythic tales. Yet like any Shakespearean tale, imperfections were noted. My café experience was briefly tainted by a cashier whose demeanor was as stale as an irregular bagel, confirming that indeed, everyone’s entitled to their off-days. Nonetheless, Lulu's remains a cornerstone of Herne Hill life—a local spot where irrational exuberance wraps around every corner. Even with elusive pork and cryptic customer service, it's impossible not to be drawn back to what Lulu's does right—evoking nostalgia and feeding both mouth and spirit in the most decadent fashion. — Penelope Savory