A trip to Playground Coffee House ends in tears in this review for Bristol Bites. You can read it in full here.
‘What’s in a name?
When it comes to Playground Coffee House, quite a lot, actually. Walking past, you can’t help but be drawn in by the set of swings in the window, beckoning you to throw caution (and dignity) to the wind and recapture, if only for a few moments, the hedonistic abandon of childhood. If you can walk past such an apparatus and not feel at least a twinge of juvenile yearning, then congratulations: you have no soul…’