Bella Boos is the only soft play I’ve ever been to that’s reminded me of going clubbing.
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.
This month, wrap up warm and enjoy outdoor light installations, wintry trails and magical ice rinks… or cuddle up at home with some festive (virtual) theatre.
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.
I can’t abide an ugly soft play centre, but if it’s tastefully appointed with a muted colour palette, clean lines and the odd kitschy add-on I’ll gladly climb aboard.
Little Penguin opened back in January, in what was inarguably the worst moment to open a play cafe in the history of play cafes.
It is quite nice being able to look round a museum without every other bastard in London being there at the same time.
It’s a castle but, I’ll be honest, we were only really here for the playground, which is also a castle.
This particular day was so unbearably hot there was literally only about 10 minutes where at least one of us wasn’t crying or shouting.
Coronavirus is weird. Like literally someone in China ate a bat last winter and six months later we’re driving to Enfield to play jumped-up crazy golf.