Oh, how I loved that shop! I used to go there regularly, even when I didn't buy anything, just to be amongst the beauty and the feeling of HOPE that dwelled there. This is a heart-felt, well done tribute, Bryan. As an aside, I always used to include a trip to the (original?) 'Attic Books' location too. There would be dust motes visible in the natural light between the shelves, the smell of old leather and sad, distant cello music drifting upwards. I found both of these destinations deeply inspiring places to be, whether it was looking for a superior grapefruit spoon or just a book with a gilded spine!
I really miss THAT London. P.S. Must seek out Hungry Hearts. "Feeding the meter to make Beef Daube" sounds brilliant!
Oh, how I loved that shop! I used to go there regularly, even when I didn't buy anything, just to be amongst the beauty and the feeling of HOPE that dwelled there. This is a heart-felt, well done tribute, Bryan. As an aside, I always used to include a trip to the (original?) 'Attic Books' location too. There would be dust motes visible in the natural light between the shelves, the smell of old leather and sad, distant cello music drifting upwards. I found both of these destinations deeply inspiring places to be, whether it was looking for a superior grapefruit spoon or just a book with a gilded spine!
I really miss THAT London. P.S. Must seek out Hungry Hearts. "Feeding the meter to make Beef Daube" sounds brilliant!
Sweet to see London history up!
Such a beautiful accounting and review of this extraordinary couple, and their huge contribution to the culinary community ❤️