Cocomaya
  • Cocomaya
  • Cocomaya
  • Cocomaya
  • Cocomaya
  • Cocomaya

Cocomaya

Approaching Cocomaya is a bit like being in a romantic movie – imagine you’re in a quiet French town on a leafy backstreet, a writer finding somewhere quiet to work where you can sip tea and eat flaky croissants.

Once solely a chocolate shop, Cocomaya is now split in half, with one side home to an irresistible display of cakes and pastries, the other a tea room with silver pots for the sugar cubes, flowery china teapots and downstairs, a chocolate production area.

Choosing a cake in the tearoom proves a virtually impossible task and it’s easy to end up with several on the table. Danish pastries glisten, their tops burnished bronze, centres oozy with fruit set in custard.

Choux buns are piped with custard, like creamy, vanilla-scented bombs, a chocolate cake come flourless rendering it dense and gooey, cement for the soul. There are mini bites, bigger cakes, slices, sandwiches, salads…

A rose and pistachio cake is pristine with pink icing reminiscent of childhood birthday cakes – the flavours however, are all grown up. Rosewater perfumes the icing and green niblets of pistachio fleck the crumb. The cake has been soaked in syrup, too, its texture like an exotic lemon drizzle.

A teeny brownie bite looks unassuming but punches way above its weight with an intense chocolate flavour and dense, sticky texture. Perfect if you need a quick fix.

Benches line the wall of the bright tearoom, hanging plants and plates dotted around to decorate, making it feel part summer garden outhouse, part posh grannie’s enviable tearoom. Perfect for settling into with a pot of delicate Earl Grey.

Cocomaya is the kind of place you could linger all day, to be honest, working through the cakes, the tea selection, chatting, day dreaming…