THAT ’ S ACE, MATE
Upfront, I’ll say this: standing in front of this iconic London landmark felt just a little spooky, just a bit creepy. On this bright but biting winter’s day there was a good turnout of bikes, though fully half the riders present were dressed up as Santa; it was the day of north London’s pre-Christmas Toy Run, so it was tinsel to the fore and silly hats in the majority. At least it wasn’t also raining.
The Ace Cafe is smaller than I expected. A bit tired, tatty, and just a little on the seedy side of shabby chic. In that, it’s a lot like The Rock Store on Mulholland Drive, north of Los Angeles, which is little more
