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So I am going to refer to Sweetie & Moustache as S&M throughout this review, because they basically asked for it.
S&M is going for some strange Studio Ghibli meets 'pan-european cafe as designed by a committee of MEPs' pastiche vibe. And they achieved the low bar they set for themselves with a chequer floor, a London phone box and a pair of nutcrackers the size of my dining companion. This appears to be the only bar they surmounted however - as my guest commented when I asked her how her sticky date pudding was: "If this was an airport, it would be ok I guess."
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My thoughts on my uninspiring caramel late crepe cake were similarly lackluster. I finished it, but I wasn't proud of having done so. Neither should S&M for having served it to me.
Strangely, I do sort of recommend the place - there is something so amazingly off-putting about the whole experience that it really should be tried.
Just don't expect to be able to board a plane if you finish your cake.
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