This place rewards exploration. There's an unexpected Costa down in the basement, and stair cases going off in random directions. Like a fun-sized Foyles.
Good space, with regular temporary exhibitions. A decent (and quiet) cafe lurks inside.
Someone should buy the whole terrace and open Brunch Club, Lunch Club, Dinner Club, Tea Club (for northerners), Supper Club and Fight Club. Slow conveyor belt moves Hoxtonites from one to the next.
Students. Thousands of them. The M.A. (as no one calls it) is a brash, babbling, bruiser of a place, where you're sure to get drunk and talk to strangers.
