ELAN CAFE LONDON
Myself and a couple of girl-friends decided to visit Elan Cafe after work one Friday evening.
Having seen it all over Instagram, we thought it looked like a lovely place to get a nice cup of tea and cake, sit and have a girly chat. How wrong we were! When we arrived at the Knightsbridge branch, we were told we would have to wait up to an hour for a table, so with no other ideas on where to go instead, as we’re not too familiar with West London, we decided to wait outside in the cold. As we sat outside people watching, huge groups kept turning up hoping to get a table in this Instagram-able café. These crowds weren’t young pretty female bloggers as we expected, but men, lots and lots of men! The few women who seemed to be turning up were glued to their phones and from what I could gather were just there to take a photo of themselves “drinking” coffee, upping and leaving once they had taken literally one sip of their drink, which made for a really strange atmosphere! Once we had been seated, it wasn’t the most comfortable or relaxed atmosphere with crowds of people walking in all the time and congregating near the front door, nor could we see the infamous flower wall anywhere!
By this point we were ravenous, so we decided to order some savoury dishes from the light bites section of the menu. Pleasantly surprised by the quality of the food that we ordered, the buttermilk chicken goujons, courgette and haloumi fries were absolutely delicious. We also shared some sweet potato fries, and I had a caramel popcorn blondie for pudding, coke to drink (came to £23.50 without tip).
After we had eaten we decided to look around to see if we could find the floral wall, and there it was hidden in a different much smaller room at the back of the cafe, with just two tables in front of it - so if you’re hoping to get one of those coveted seats, think again! Venturing downstairs to check out the toilets, they had clearly been forgotten about and on that occasion were not very pleasant. It might be different on a weekday during the day, but I personally would avoid this cafe on a Friday night. I definitely wouldn’t go back, although saying that the cafe itself is really pretty and I can’t fault the decor.
Going somewhere like this makes you realise how photographs on Instagram are edited to the point they make for an unrealistic view of the world. From here on I won’t be drawn into the Instagram ideal as I’d much rather visit places that I haven’t seen posted over and over again; lesser known places where I don’t have such high expectations of the experience.