Estd.1868.

By Barry Fairweather

Inhaling the trail in the shop with the beans.
The teas and the caddies and all in betweens.
The grinders, the scales and the tins and the pots.
The perfume of morning, the strainers – there’s lots.
Oh Braithwaites with weighing on scales by the pound.
The grind of the blends and aromas abound.
The window delighting, inviting you in.
To the magic of coffees and teas that’s within.
The heady infusions and teas of the world.
The plantation blends explained and unfurled.
You must never miss out a visit to here.
With the gilt on it’s signage, it’s power unclear.
The caffeines and tannins and gadgets preparing.
Come enter this door, dive in and stop staring!