Between floors at Jack's.

Upstairs at Jacks - fine breakfasts, lunches, coffee, cake, art and a roaring fire. Tapas by night.

Downstairs used to be a thriving sandwich bar that has moved round the corner and now sells the lovely pies that I blipped here . I'm hoping that the vacated space, now hidden by an antique screen, will see a new life. Personally I fancy a tiny vodka bar. In the meantime I continue to love the view on descending the stairs - a chandelier, a mirror and a beautiful reflected staircase, with festive fairy lights at present. The original Victorian floor (out of shot) is lovely too.