Caff

No one in Mariposa had ever seen anything like the caff. All down the side of it were the grill fires, with great pewter dish covers that went up and down on a chain, […]; you could watch a buckwheat pancake whirled into existence under your eyes and see fowls' legs devilled, peppered, grilled, and tormented till they lost all semblance of the original Mariposa chicken.

After working his way up in restaurant kitchens, Nick's father bought a caff off the Walworth Road, and named it The Bosphorus in homage to a cultural homeland elsewhere.

McCormack dressed in his second-best suit and walked down the hill to a caff on Dumbarton Road.