This week I'm reporting back from the second of the many cafés I visited whilst I was in Penzance for the annual literary festival.
The Front Room café is at once welcoming and friendly- and boy do those waiters have a quota of flirty, cheeky smiles (always appreciated!).
The name of the café is literally correct. As you go through the door of a beautiful stone house on a Cornish street, you walk into a front room which has been altered so that the café seating area covers the entire downstairs of the house, and beyond into a lovely garden.