Hookah Lounge

A quirky little Moroccan cafe (or maybe it’s Turkish? or Lebanese perhaps? I never know the difference) on Brick Lane with tiny ornate tables, beautiful and well thought out wall hangings and elaborate chairs with hookah pipes taking up every corner. Sometimes I get a craving for that ultra sweet Turkish tea and on this occasion I couldn’t remember how to get there. This is going back a few years now when I wasn’t quite so familiar with the area, so on being given directions that went something like, “walk up the road past Nick Cave’s house, turn right, walk past the park where the pikey kids hang out waiting to mug you and steal your bike, cross the bridge of death, turn left down the alley littered with syringes and human excrement, past the cockney selling £5 plimsolls*, turn left at the end and I think that’s it.” “I’m sure there is a quicker way?” “Yeah there is but this is the only way I know from this direction”. I now realise it would have been less hazardous to take a first right and walk to the end of Cheshire Street, but then I wouldn’t have discovered the plimsoll man.