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About Bristol

So, I’m picturin’ it—some dingy joint, red lights flickerin’, probs stinks of cheap vodka and regret. Kinda makes me mad, y’know? These places, they’re old as dirt—fact is, back in Pompeii, they found brothels with graffiti ads! Freakin’ Romans, man, scribblin’ “good time here” on walls—wild! And here we are, 2025, still at it. What’s the deal? Society’s obsessed or just lazy?

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

Bubala's third plant-based Middle-Eastern restaurant is in King's Cross