Those reading who have been to Penge probably live there and so find themselves in the postcode regularly. And so they are likely to already know all about the Garden Café, with its hallucinogenic pink chairs and mustard yellow signage.
Those who haven’t been to Penge are likely to either pour scorn on the area or declare they haven't heard of it, the London-bordering, mystifying place that it is. Penge is not Haggerston. Penge is not Chelsea. Penge is absolutely not Camberwell.
