Here’s the thing: you don’t just waltz in. There is a line. And not a casual, touristy line—a determined, hungry line of people who have planned their day around pastry. I waited 45 minutes, and the woman behind me had a spreadsheet for her order. She was not joking.
But here’s a pro tip: go for the takeaway window. It’s faster, and you can eat your £14 masterpiece while hiding in a nearby park. No judgment. We’ve all been there.
