Gail's Battersea

Gail's fulfills its brief to supply the yummy mummies of Nappy Valley with tempting little morsels at swallowable prices perfectly well but it's a little too smug for my liking. I came in here to meet a yummy mummy friend, who was without her kids for once, and had a perfectly decent little feta quiche, a tasty chewy oaty biscuit thing and a coffee which all went down fine. But lunch is not really Gail's forte as the choice is so limited given their emphasis is on cakes and other baked treats. Some staff were holding an annoyingly loud meeting at the next table and they didn't seem to notice an extremely irritating fire alarm beep sounding every 20 seconds (or if they did they didn't try to fix it anyway) and they actually told off the ladies next to us who tried to open the back door in an attempt to get some air into the glass roofed sauna. If I had just dropped the little blighters off at school and wanted a caffe latte and cupcake to brighten up the day, I'd pop in, but for anything else I'd try to find something a bit more interesting.