In the Priory Rooms I had a Cafe au Latte - the proper name for a proper place. It was truly an oasis from the city street - spotlessly clean, everything ordered (even the napkins were squared up like soldiers, and quiet enough to hear the birdsong. I mused over my chosen tipple about how like chalk and cheese can be the same drink with the same ingredients. The staff? Obviously the y were brilliant too, and not give the classic staff impression they had little time to spare. Even the manager greeted me with smiles, as if I was full of infectious smiles for me and everyone, as if he has reached the pinnacle of his career. Leaving, I had to pinch myself as to where I was, the bustling city's epicentre at 1am, so disoriented had I been by my fifteen minutes sojourn. I actually thought I'd been walloped coming back from a luxury holiday. This coffee out, given a name, could be called a micro-holiday. What a difference a few minutes can make going out for the same ol' bog standard, in this case spilt, latte. Geoffrey Adams. -

A beautiful oasis of quiet in the heart of the city

Welcoming and helpful staff - well-equipped for any kind of function: a good place to meet.

Hard to find until your right on top of Tram works which seem to never ending made it more difficult to find Once inside, A lovely building with more than adequate seating

Excellent facilities for a meeting