Muswell Hill Broadway has no Tube station, which is both a blessing and a curse depending on how you look at it. It possesses a village feel that is hard to find in London: I once dropped a £10 note on the floor walking down the Broadway and someone returned it to me within seconds. So, how do you get to this magical north London oasis? All it takes is a bus up one of the city’s steepest hills — which locals insist “comes every two minutes” (your experiences may vary) — and you’ll find impressive views of London’s skyline, a very swanky Wetherspoons (honestly) and an adorable little cheese shop, Cheeses of Muswell Hill.
It’s worth saying that there are a handful of independent institutions in north London that offer great cheese. There’s Middle Lane Market, Crouch End Cellars and Provisions, all just down the road. But Cheeses of Muswell Hill is like something out of a film, the kind of place that becomes an unsuspecting star in a Richard Curtis rom-com. It is the kind of place that Americans think all shops in England look like, especially around Christmas, when two life-sized nutcrackers guard the shop. Londoners won’t be surprised to know they’ve been stolen and returned a few times.
