At the new % Arabica kiosk near Cabot Square, the queue snaked around a potted cheese plant. The barista, a tattooed artist from Marseille, was crafting a flat white like it was a sculpture. Fun fact: The name “Canary Wharf” actually comes from the fruit and vegetable imports from the Canary Islands, not the yellow birds you’re picturing.
If you’re in a hurry, skip the long queue and head to the Pret on Mackenzie Walk—it’s underground, less crowded, and they have those little coconut yogurts everyone’s obsessed with. But today, the coconut yogurt was gone by 9:15 a.m. Classic.
