Cereal Killer Cafe

one of my fav. very friendly staff. interesting place overall.

Deep within Camden is a little bit of Shoreditch at Cereal Killer Café. I have to admit this is only my first time at this hipster place. Even though I have passed by the Brick Lane branch many a time.
Cereals, bowls of cereals at that, for the price of a box you can get at a supermarket? Hmmm sceptical.
Well, I came, I saw, I conquered. Stacked salted caramel hot chocolate. Repeat. STACKED SALTED CARAMEL HOT CHOCOLATE. How to smack some sense into any mid week with the motherload of sweetness. Indulge yourself in some chocolate rain my friends this drink was a feast for the eyes and tastebuds.
I will save my cereal eating for next time soon. But on this first visit I loved this place, the staff, the décor and the many choices on offer to anyone. And I love the location of Camden too to reignite my love for this part of town that I virtually grew up coming to. Top work guys.

Amazing time travel machine! Brings you back to your childhood weekends, where you would wake up in the morning, silently fill a bowl with your favourite cereal and sit in the sofa with a blanket, enjoying cartoons until your parents woke up and told you to make yourself useful: P
Nostalgia aside, great selection of cereal and milk to go with it! Although, I was really craving one specific cereal that they had discontinued. Poor me…

Put on your Rainbow Brite footie pajamas and put your hair in a scrunchie cause it’s time to take it was back. Cereal Killer is like a theme park for 1980’s and 90’s nostalgia… just add sugar.
It’s exterior is a wall of cereals, from local British cereals to the «imports» that I grew up with in America. You can choose from a mere quantity of 120 cereals, 30 types of milk (strawberry, banana, chocolate, etc) and 20 toppings to create a tailor-​made glucose-​indused bowl of happiness. Or, they also have a menu of cereal cocktails from Unicorn Poop to Chocopottomus to Peanut Butter Jelly Time, inspired by the genius of the owners themselves.
You can sit and watch Clarissa Explains it all with your Popples bowl, or sit on a bed with Garfield covers while you shovel spoonfuls of sugary goodness into your mouth. I let out an audible squeal a few times at their 80’s memorabilia — like those metal lunch trays with characters on them. I had a Rainbow Brite one. That was my sh*t. And Popples. Holy crap, they brought me back.
Call them hipsters if you want to. But you can’t knock them for their business concept. They’ve left no detail out and they’ve created an entire experience around it, complete with hard-​to-​find imports, tube TVs and memorabilia. Hats off to these guys, man. All my friends and fam in San Francisco were jealous and said how they wished they could come here.
Next time, I’m coming back for Peanut Butter Jelly Time, Peanut Butter Jelly Time, where he at, where he at, there he go!!!

Stumbled upon this place while wandering Camden Market and was drawn to the clever name. It’s pretty much as gimmicky as you’d expect but they do have some cool stuff like hazelnut milk and all the pop tarts that I love (chocolate chip flavor is the best!).