Arts Picture House Cafe
What kind of sad excuse for a human goes to a cinema caff? Not me. Unless it's the APH, resplendent with chandeliers, and not a Barry Norman in sight. Even late showings see people arriving early - you're only allowed up if you're here to catch a movie - to sink into sofas, socialise and snore. It's so relaxing, last time I was here someone was visiting the Land of Nod. Probably dreaming they were Harrison Ford.

