Our Time at The Copper Kettle
A corner for Meg
We’ve walked past the Copper Kettle more times than I could count. This Sunday we’d skipped breakfast, finished our walk on Bamburgh beach and still had time before lunch. A flat white seemed in order.
Meg was welcome inside, so we took a corner table. The room has the sort of old-fashioned charm you hope for when you see the name above the door. Copper kettles hang from the beams, the walls are wood-panelled and the cakes sit under glass domes. We’d already picked out the lemon and blackberry sponge before anyone came to take our order.
A good coffee, once it came
We waited around fifteen minutes to order, long enough for me to wonder if we’d missed a sign sending us to the counter. From our table we saw other customers trying to catch someone’s eye, and a few groups at the takeaway window eventually walked away.
When the flat whites came, they were very good. The vegan lemon and blackberry sponge was tasty too, though our slice arrived with a corner missing. When you’re sharing one slice and you’ve skipped breakfast, you notice these things.
Heather & Sand verdict The Copper Kettle has a lovely old-fashioned room, serves a good flat white and made room for Meg. We may have caught it on an off day, but the wait took the shine off our visit. A quick smile and an “I’ll be with you in a moment” would have made all the difference.