The Ivy Cafe Wimbledon Village isn’t just a restaurant—it’s a delicious escape hatch from reality. You go for the food, stay for the people-watching, and leave feeling like you’ve been to a spa for your stomach. Just don’t look at your bank account until tomorrow.
One last joke: the toilets have hand cream that smells like £50. I used so much my hands slipped off the door handle. Worth it. Now go book a table—and save me a scone.
