Tuttis — Restaurant in London

Tutti’s is a neighbourhood institution. Full of regulars. It’s family run. Here are two examples of their grit and individuality, and of the (well deserved) loyalty their customers feel for them. 1. Many years ago the rapacious and mediocre Seattle shitheads (Starbucks) opened a coffee bar directly across the street from Tuttis, obviously intent on driving them out of business with their disingenuous displays of flash crap. Tutti’s is still there, and still full of regulars, while Starbucks is now a far more useful Ryman’s stationery shop. Pip pip. 2. At the bottom of the stairs at Tutti’s is a striking black and white photograph of Paul Chapman, a most regular regular for many years, who died of pancreatic cancer in autumn 2023. Paul could not last 10 minutes without a roll-up, and so, whatever the weather, he sat outside in order to be able to feed his nicotine addiction. He appeared to be what in fact he was, a brilliant but erratic man in his late sixties who suffered from chronic depression and a cadre of other afflictions, and who did not suffer fools gladly. Most bars, restaurants, and caffès would have happily pushed him along. He looked the part of a homeless man, which is exactly what he would have been if Camden council had not paid the rent on his appallingly chaotic flat on now very fashionable Lamb’s Conduit Street. I don’t know if Paul paid for his daily coffee. I know he received it. Because he was a “member of the family.” Home, as Robert Frost observed, “is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.” Not grudgingly, not resentfully, but graciously, generously, warmly (in so far as sitting outside at Tutti’s is ever warm — which it is for about one month every year). That is Tutti’s. If you go there, look upon it as a privilege — exactly as going to Cafe Trieste in San Francisco is a privilege and as going to Caffe Florian in Venice, or La Coupole in Paris is a privilege. Respect, as the gangsta rappers...

I used to love this cafe until today with the rude service from the woman who was sitting at the table and interrupting my order with the guy who was serving me, I always have my regular breakfast sandwich and today I was told they cannot make it I should follow the menu. The same things that's on the menu is the same thing I want just in a sandwich like usual. I have met the owner last time who was such a lovely man on his scooter but I am guessing someone else has taken over as I see new staff and not the regular guy who serves me and my colleagues. It was so disappointing because I told so many people about this cafe as work at the hospital and I came back to work after months and was looking forward to...

This café isn’t just a place to grab a coffee—it’s an experience!

Farshad, the owner, is an absolute legend. He has a way of making everyone feel welcome with his hilarious personality, quick wit, and infectious energy.

Despite his MS, he remains one of the most cheerful, caring, and uplifting people you’ll ever meet. He’s a little inappropriate at times (in the best way possible), but always respectful and kind.

Beyond the amazing vibe, the food is outstanding, and the coffee is just perfect—not overly roasted, just smooth and delicious. It’s no wonder this place is known as the best café in the area. Everyone knows Farshad, and once you visit, you’ll understand why this spot is so...