PAUL

Paul is that bakery in Wimbledon where you’re torn between enjoying fresh pastries and wishing the staff were a bit less preoccupied with their own banter. While the baguettes and croissants are enough to make you weep with joy (thanks, Valentina), they’ve got some serious training issues to address. One moment you’re enjoying a croissant, the next you’re stuck in a basement with a depressing raw brussels sprout sandwich.

Overall, if you’re just popping by for a pastry and some decent coffee, you’ll likely leave happy. But if you’re looking for a seamless experience, be prepared for some bumps along the way. The atmosphere is lovely, but the service needs a serious makeover to match the food.