The Moustache has a distinctly grown-up feel – it just happens to cater to grown ups who have children. And frankly, that’s the best kind of cafe I can think of.
This could so easily have been just another generic soft-play centre, but the owners have clearly put a lot of thought into making it stand out from the crowd.
I always feel slightly uncomfortable about members’ clubs and their keeping-out-the-riffraff vibes, so this felt like a nice, inclusive alternative.
Play cafes are the eternal saviour of the sleep-deprived adult-in-charge-of-a-small-person, but sadly the pandemic has kissed goodbye to/coughed all over a hefty chunk of our favourites.
Little Penguin opened back in January, in what was inarguably the worst moment to open a play cafe in the history of play cafes.
Actually the kids loved it, because why wouldn’t they? No one had tried to sell it to them as a brasserie and member-centric family wellness spa.
Lovely if you fancy taking your little one somewhere a bit nicer than all the usual slightly skeggy kids’ haunts.
The ball pit was almost constantly occupied by a small clique of under-ones, all wobbling around like Weebles on an 18-30s holiday.
We ended up staying for 2-3 hours and Babu even asked for extra time at the end – her golden seal of approval.
Bab Dad took everything extremely seriously and began painstakingly icing anatomically correct innards onto a gingerbread man.