Inside, the room is nothing like the outside suggests: dark green walls hung with fairy lights, mismatched tables, old velvet sofas, a riot of houseplants, tall stained-glass windows, and high stools at a picture window facing the sea.
The counter is crowded with cakes on glass stands, and the menu is short and carefully made: sourdough waffles with bacon and syrup, Turkish eggs, soup and thick sandwiches, and a Basque cheesecake that regulars come back for. Shelves of secondhand books line the walls, to read over a coffee or take home. It is a good stop on a wet day on the west coast, after Dun Beag or before the long road north to Dunvegan.