Yellow Warbler doesn’t claim to be a play cafe – it’s simply a lovely coffee shop that just so happens to have a kids’ area.
London
This year, scare yourself silly with terrifying trails, ghastly ghost hunts and enough pumpkins to keep you going until Bonfire Night.
This month, come face to face with Ron Mueck’s giants, revisit the Swinging Sixties at the Fashion and Textile Museum, and see the Sistine Chapel without leaving the M25.
We were treated to a Frozen-themed mini disco with bubbles and a parachute, because the kids were all big Elsa fans, so that was stupidly cute.
This month, experience an al fresco art exhibition, go on a magical journey led by a sonic sphere, and hit up a shit ton of free festivals.
The kids’ club is just as much a parents’ club thanks to its lush cafe, play buddies and some of the best toilets I’ve ever had the pleasure of changing a really awful nappy in.
This month, meet Paddington Bear at the British Library, ride dodgems at Somerset House and scribble all over the floor at Tate Modern.
We should have worn gloves to prevent us from getting Weil’s disease but we just sat and ate our picnic like we weren’t probably sitting in rat piss.
Home to what is honestly one of the best playground structures I’ve ever seen in my long and eventful playground-critiquing career.
I have a (probably fairly unhealthy) fixation with play cafes and am always embarrassingly pumped when I hear about a new one popping up somewhere useful.
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