If you’re gonna name a business that includes an animal then a taste of success (euphorically to boot) is guaranteed most of the time, well at least initially. I should know as my own shop (it’s boring…vinyl related and so on) is named after an aquatic animal and I can still afford to eat, drink and be merry (lambrini and kebabs of course) after 14 years. A trading name that permits an animal noun will undoubtedly pull, intrigue and mock the hoi polloi…well, let’s put this way it should be bleeding essential when studying for an MBA course. But as always with most things in life, bounds appear to spoil the fun, I mean can you imagine the seppuku moment as soon as the shop sign depicts something like Albatross Airlines, Cockroach Larder, Moths’ Dry Cleaners or Poodle Noodles (yes that's poor and beyond, I grant thee)!
Mouse & de Lotz cheeky-fies! The name teases and compels, it’s an alnico! Like the nearby Dalston Superstore, Abney Park and Super Halal Chicken, they all scream be there or be square! MdL is indeed based in Hackney, a borough blessed and fraught with indie caffs serving Square Mile Coffee. Why can’t we get a decent Flat White in Acton, Finchley or Sutton instead? This is because all the impossibly beautiful and articulate young things (yes they include the liberally moderated, arts-orientated, Grauniad readers and think that Cameron is a pseudonym for all things cancerous) prefer to reside or loiter around in Hackney. However MdL bodes well with yours truly, he who digests the Telegraph for breakfast, a framed portrait of a certain W. Jefferson Hague in his bog and resident of W2. Mouse & de Lotz is a beautiful and cosy new addition to your must-visit list.
MdL has been vaguely reviewed by Time Out, but I missed it and I daresay so did most of you. The caff is named after the two young and beautiful (hold your horses and behave please) ladies, Nadya Mousawi and Victoria de Lotz; they run and own the place. And I might as well refer them as Coffee Goddesses, the Flat Whites here are stunning!
... and apart from the counter, the place is virtually devoid of MDF. The pieces of furniture were sought from a pre-Ikea hegemony.
Cheese on toast, with mustard, Worcestershire sauce and homemade chutney. Excellent restorative fodder after a heady night.
Salt beef on sourdough rye (toasted if I may), mustard, salad and foetal gherkins (cornichons to the snobs). Not the usual carved warmed variety but room temperature slices, but deliciousness prevails nonetheless.
In addition MdL occasionally holds a supper club during the evenings and the first one they hosted was less than 25 quid a head. I’ve been informed they’re licensed to sell booze, so curtail any BYO aspirations you might have. Do check out their FB site for more details.
MdL is one place that doesn’t take the mickey. I love it and I’m sure you will likewise. Highly recommended.
This wasn’t an invite to review, I paid me own way (two occasions to be precise), as their cash register is one of those that doesn’t print receipts.
103 Shacklewell Lane
London E8 2EB