Beany

From the outside — looks very hipsterish. I walked in half expecting vegan hemp based wraps and avocado weetabix. This appeared to be toned down however to a selection of odd looking muesli dishes and some green spinach wraps.
I ordered a sausage and bacon wrap, which is a dish so simple and traditional that there’s no possible way anybody could get it wrOH GOD WHAT IS THAT?
It’s bright green. The first surprise hits you — a spinach wrap. But this is ok, I can live with this.
I sat down in the station between a woman itching the back of her ears and a man who wouldn’t stop staring into my bag. I took my first bite and regretted it immediately. There was no bacon in this, just an inch square pieces of gristle/​fat that stretched out between my teeth and my wrap. The fat then snapped and hit me on the chin, dribbling fat down onto my shirt.
I looked into the wrap, but I don’t know what I expected. An awful cut of bacon, the thinnest egg, and absolutely packed with cheese.
I took another bite, and regretted once again. The bacon fat started to stretch again, so much so that I had to grease up my fingers pulling it out of my mouth and tucking it carefully back into the wrap like a baby being put to bed.
I chewed what remained and the only thing I could taste was strong cheese. Strong, cheap cheese. It overpowered everything and almost made me retch.
I pulled a classic Xzibit move and wrapped the paper wrap back around my wrap, and placed it back in the bag from whence it came. I deposited in the nearest non-​recycling bin and caught my train feeling worse than I had done before I ate.

Worst. Granola. Ever.
It looked edible but it was not.
The yoghurt had curdled and was sour. The granola soggy. But you don’t find that out until you open it.
Only positive I can take away from this experience was the guy working there was very nice to deal with.

As coffee places go, I was really impressed. I was all for an independent coffee roaster outside of Euston station, because I really don’t want to have to have crappy Café Nero, Starbucks or Costa. So I got in line to get my usual cappuccino before getting a train to Manchester.
I ordered. I was asked if I wanted the banana bread. Tempting, but no, and then they kept trying to upsell me more stuff. No thanks, just let me buy my cappuccino. Then they tried to charge me for the larger one. Nope, I ordered an 8 oz. one, so give me that one please.
Finally got my cappuccino. It was alright. Nothing special. It was made well, but the coffee itself wasn’t what I was expecting from a place that is an independent roaster. I mean, if I need coffee before getting on a train and I’m at Euston, I’ll probably come here because it’s better than the alternatives, but it’s not something I would suggest to go out of your way for. There are much better coffee houses nearby, so if you have the time to go someplace else, you definitely should.