Est. 2016
“The corner table, a flat white, and nowhere to be.”
A neighbourhood café, run by people who actually live here
The Copper Kettle started with a battered old moka pot, a market stall on Whiteladies Road, and a stubborn belief that a cup of coffee should be worth stopping for. Ten years on, we've swapped the stall for a snug little room off Regent Street, but not much else has changed.
We still know our regulars by their order. We still bake the brownies ourselves. And we still think the best mornings are the unhurried ones, which is why the brunch runs all day and nobody's ever rushed off a table.
— Ellie & Tom Owners, and the ones behind the counter