Leigh’s is an idyllic De Beauvoir cafe that knows what it takes to become a cult London coffee spot—adorable branding and not feel like London at all. Gingham, bistro-style curtains shield the athleisure-clad regulars—who’d rather stare at the cottagecore spread of excellent Guinness cakes and cookies—from unsightly, bubble-bursting sights like, say, a bus. Inside it’s a tiny, “excuse me, sorry”-sized space, so everything is served in takeaway boxes. Still, it’s so charming that the crowd (flexible work times, twine-tied wildflower bouquets in hand) grab counter spaces and stools just to linger a little longer. And you should follow suit. Grab a seat on the tucked-away mezzanine with a fennel salami toastie (our go-to) as something soft jazz-adjacent plays on the record player. Oh, and there’s a florist at the back, naturally, so know that you’ll be leaving with the full wannabe prairie girl starter pack of dahlias and carrot cake slices.