This cafe opened on the gravesite of the Blue Bay Fishmongers, a business which had problems gaining my trust as the owner was living in cloud cuckoo land where customer relationships were concerned.

Sadly, F15 seemed to be flying in the same airspace. This was a cafe with no menu and no price board, though they did sometimes have some posters for paninnis facing outward into the street. Customers inside were expected to guess what was on offer and what it was going to cost them. I said 'No thanks' to that, and so, it seems, did many others.

They also said that 10% went to charity. What charity, they did not say. The cafe interior was dark, the decor was "Teenage boy in the 1990s Balkans dreams of a penthouse where he can take the other farmers' sons back to and tell lies about his non-existent girlfriend". The walls were adorned with posters glorifying the F15, but there with a comment which could barely be made out on one of them that the cafe aimed to promote peace. The set-up all seeme a bit odd, as did some of the customers lurking about. I when I first wrote about the cafe I said I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. Actualyt, I knew full welll what it was about soe of te customers that was putting me off, bu the laws of libel operate on the internet and life is too short to spell things out when people ae free to seefo themselves and make their own conclusions.

At first I hought it might be just teething troubles, but I decided that until they got their act together, I was not drinking coffee there. There were perfectly good alternatives, all of them only a few yards away, like Cafe Azrou, Cafe Rio, Jesse's Cafe, Walthamstove Cafe or Euphoria. F15 was next door to Beaumont Beds and Spoilt Bitch.
Anyway, the place is now Nino's.

[Updated 27 September 2009]